History exists in my camera’d past. First, a gorgeous-WWII era Leica inherited from my oldest sister, that lasted through high school and a basement b&w lab with enlarger, chemical baths, and even a glossy print drier. (God bless the Leica Freedom Train!) Leica, practically speaking, introduced us all to single lens reflex (SLR) camera.
Then, a Canon AE-1, stolen with the first and only roll of pictures taken with it. It was 10 days after Christmas; someone picked it up in the bus station in Marquette, Michigan. It was (again, practically speaking) the first “computer assisted” camera.
The recently deceased Canon 5D, mark II, nearly fulfilled the entire commercial range of the SLR. I have been blessed. What next? Nothing. The era has been used up. It reminds of the old song, My grandfather’s clock. Although it would still be great to own last 5D model Mark III or IV, it would be like my grandmother’s pride in her new Kodak Brownie Flash in 1961. You could take four flash pictures in a row! The problem is, I really don’t know what to do.
That is a rangefinder Leica from the 1950s! And it is lovely.
I sold mine after spending almost as much as it was worth having the half-silver mirror redone.
Hopefully somebody now has it who loves it.