Camden Station

Camden Station is where the Light Rail drops me every morning and where I pick it up every night. Not a bad thing to look at while one is waiting for a homeward-bound train to arrive in the evening.

Just make sure you don't look in the wrong direction and catch a glimpse of the Baltimore Hilton. It's so ugly that it may, Medusa-like, turn you to stone.

National Aquarium at Twilight

The Australia Wing of the National Aquarium in Baltimore is a nightime gem on the Inner Harbor waterfront.

As usual with "night" photography of buildings and skylines, it's often best to take a photo like this before the sky gets completely black. During the winter in Baltimore, I find that about one-half hour after sundown works out best. Check sunset time in your area and be ready about 15 minutes after sunset - then start shooting and keep shooting for the next half-hour or so - you'll be able to pick a favorite from somewhere in that time frame.

Superman!

I stopped by Geppi's Enertainment Museum in downtown Baltimore yesterday to scope it out for a photo assignment this weekend - I'll be shooting the bar-mitzvah dinner and party there Saturday evening. It was the first time I'd been there, and I was gobsmacked by the amazing display of popular culture. Geppi's displays and artifacts go back to colonial times and continue through the era of radio, the early days of TV (Howdy Doody anyone?) and up to the present.

The thing that attracted me the most yesterday was this slightly larger-than-life statue of Superman. I grew up with the old Superman TV series. Superman, airing for a half-hour about 4pm, was the only thing I was allowed to watch on TV when I got home prior to getting my homework done.

I was nine when George Reeves killed himself, ending the old TV series. In 1978, I heard about a new Superman movie, starring Christopher Reeve. The screenwriting was pretty awful, but Reeve was just right as Superman. For me, at age 28 and still a kid at heart, he became Superman, and remained so until his death at age 52 in 2004.

Background to the Fore

Here's a trick that I often find useful - find some scene that I like - then using it as a background or backdrop, wait for someone to walk into the scene. You need something photogenic to use for the backdrop... a handsome or unusual building, as in this case, a colorful, graffiti-covered wall, or a path in a park during autumn.

This kind of thing is an example of the whole being more than the sum of the parts. The building, wall, or whatever may be attractive, but by itself, will seem too static. On the other hand, a person walking by an uninteresting, distracting, or ugly background probably won't be an image worth a second look. But combine an engaging background with passerby, and you often get something compelling.

Actual Size

Situations like these are why we must have a camera with us at all times.

We hope to meet the driver in order to complement him on his sense of humor.

Silver Lining?...

Or is it?

Today's post is a photo-econometric one. OK, not really, because I don't pretend to know anything about economics other than "law of supply and demand." Sometimes, even a photography nerd takes pictures purely for documentary purposes, and the falling gasoline prices of the past few months promted me to take these.

But I can't resist a small comment about all this. Remember a few months ago, when gas prices were passing four dollars a gallon? Remember all the screaming in Congress and the media about "speculators" driving up the price of gas. Well guess who has been driving it down lately. Do you think any of the firebomb-throwers in Congress will do an Emily Latella over this?

As I filled my tank today at $1.649/gallon, I realized that this was about the price of gas in September 1990. It may not be unadulterated good news, however; this low price reflects the futures market - that is, the "speculators" are betting that oil demand will stay low for a while as the economy declines worldwide.

Meanwhile, let's not go back to our old gas-guzzling habits, but let's enjoy these prices while we can.

Water Meter

Here's me at the end of the Segway Safari I went on with Ed Luria of Washington Photo Safari in early October.

In the interest of full disclosure, I was going about five mph at the time... maybe. To make it look more dramatic, using Photoshop, I selected myself and the Segway, inverted the selection, and used the Motion Blur filter to speed things up a bit.

Oh, and see that bandaid over my left eye? Um... yeah, I had a little overconfidence problem with the Segway during our 20 minute training before the Safari...

Don't let my foolishness dissuade you from giving a Segway at least a try - it's great fun.

Old Riggs Bank Building

I meant to blog about the Segway Safari I went on with Washington Photo Safaris back in early October - what a blast! But I didn't get around to it then, and no time to do it tonight, so for now I'll just post this photo of the grand old brick-and-sandstone former Riggs Bank Building at 15th Street and New York Avenue, about a block from the White House. I took this one about 15 minutes into the Segway Safari (dismounted... you don't want to be Segwaying and shooting at the same time.)

Meanwhile, let me unabashedly give a plug for WFS and it's chief b'wana, Ed Luria. If you live in Northern Virginia, DC, or Maryland, love photography, and haven't gone on one of these safaris, check out their website and give it a try.

Bedrock Billiards in Bank Building in Baltimore

Pardon the alliteration - I can't help myself.

Now that I'm working on the West Side of downtown Baltimore, I'm discovering new things to photograph. Having worke for some years near the Inner Harbor, on the East Side, this area has been terra incognita to me. But as it turns out, there be no dragons here, nor, for that matter, nearly as many architectural turkeys as on the East Side.

This fin de siècle bank building, its bank long defunct, now houses Bedrock Billiards. I haven't been inside, but I understand it's basically a bar-and-grill/catering place with pool tables, dart boards, and even two shuffleboard courts.

This photo looks manipulated, as if I desaturated everything but the sign. But in fact, this is pretty much the way I saw it on a gray morning last week. The contrast between semi-cheesy, colorful sign and the elegant gray stone carvings is what attracted me as I ambled up West Baltimore Street.

To set this photo in its context, here is a photo I found on Flickr.com that shows the Little Bank that Was.

West Baltimore Street - Hippodrome Hatters

When I was a small child in the 50's, nearly all gentlemen wore hats. President Kennedy, unintentionally but single-handedly, put an end to that. I don't remember ever seeing JFK in a hat, and in the 45 years since his death, I haven't even found a photo of him in one. So since 1961, it's been a rough road for haberdashers.

Flying against these headwinds, Lou A. Boulmetis, owner of the euphoniously-named Hippdrome Hatters, runs a nice business on West Baltimore Street. Mr. Boulmetis' store is an outgrowth of the business his grandfather, Louis, started 78 years ago.

To put it mildly, West Baltimore Street is not the most fashionable part of town, but Mr. Boulmetis's and his store provide a spot of elegance.

Today is VI Day

November 22, 2008

We won. The war is over. Read why here

If you doubt this assertion, please go back to that link in the last sentence and read that post carefully. If you still are doubtful, go to Michael Yon's website and read his dispatches, going back several years, to see how the situation in Iraq has changed for the better (Yon is an independent writer who has been on the scene in Iraq and Afghanistan for most of the past five years.)

From now on, instead of feeling depressed every November 22nd (having lived through the assassination of President Kennedy,) I will remember today instead, and recall these words of JFK:

"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty."

My eternal gratitude goes to the men and women of our armed forces who served and sacrificed in Iraq to make this day possible.

I avoid politics on this blog, after all, it's supposed to be a photo-blog. But because so few will say it, I will: Thanks to President Bush for insisting on victory when most everyone else saw no hope two years ago.

Ginkgo Fan

Yes, you could say I'm a ginkgo fan.

I never really noticed their elegant, fan-shaped leaves until I worked in Towson some years ago on a three-month contract. It was fall, and Pennsylvania Avenue in greater downtown Towson is graced with quite a few ginkgo trees. Even then, I didn't notice the leaves until they started to turn color and fall.

The ginkgo tree, Ginkgo biloba, is itself quite intersting. Among plants, it is sui generis, being the only species in the genus Ginkgo, which is the only member of the family Ginkgoaceae, in turn the only family in the order Ginkgoaceae, itself the only member of the class Ginkgoopsida, which is, you guessed it, the only member of the phylum Ginkgophyta.

Even among trees, ginkgos are especially long-lived and have been around longer than any other species - over 200 million years.

For this photo, I made use of a photographic axiom I learned years ago:

"Get close... then get closer."

The macro mode of my digicam (Canon A620) let me "get closer," and some nice late-afternoon sidelighting contributed to make a dramatic image.

Fallen Ginkgo

These ginkgo leaves actually fell a few feet away onto some unattractive concrete pavement. I thought they'd look much better on this nice brick-paved portion of the sidewalk.

I waited until the sun was low in the western sky, grabbed a handful of ginkgo, and dropped them on the brick.

Gravity and air resistance did a pretty nice job of arranging them. All I had to do was compose and snap.

Celebrate VI Day This Saturday, November 22nd!

Have you wondered why you rarely hear anything about the war in Iraq lately? Or for that matter for the past six months or more?

The main reason is that the war is over. And we won. So did our new allies, the nation of Iraq.

Now in general, the media, whose motto is "if it bleeds, it leads," has no interest in spreading the good word. That's why you haven't heard. But the evidence is all there, and has been for months.

Our friend and blogger Zombie has a worthwhile post encouraging us to celebrate Victory in Iraq Day this Saturday, November 22, 2008. Please read it carefully. And if you decide to celebrate, please send her an email to let her know. Pictures would be nice!

Man in Bistro

My brother Mark and I went to DC Sunday afternoon to have lunch with our cousins before their return to Israel. As we were being seated, I noticed this elegant gentleman deep in thought (or maybe just studying the menu) by the window.

I normally stay away from stealing moments like this, because I'm too slow and fumble-fingered to be a good candid photographer. But this gentleman was an interesting subject, and I really liked the lighting coming through the window, lighting half of the man as well as the bright red shirt behind him, while leaving the other half of him in shadow. So I grabbed my camera and channeled Henri Cartier-Bresson for a minute:

"What is best in photography is that you are catching an instant that will disappear. The photographer is like the voleur, the thief; he steals a moment, a fleeting moment and then he runs away with it in his camera. Being a photographer you have to be quick, quick, quick; you have to be like quicksilver, yes, like a tightrope dancer with death at the end.”

Well, I wasn't quick, quick, quick, but as this gentleman seemed to be concentrating on something else, I was quick enough.

Leaf on 21st Street

Our wonderful Israeli cousins Tammy and Itzik were in Washington this past week, and we drove to DC to pick them up at their hotel and spend the day with them. Mindful of the dictum, "it always pays to schlepp one's camera, I grabbed my Adorama Slinger as I headed out from home.

With the exception of our recent Shutterbug Excursions outing to Great Falls, I hadn't taken any decent fall foliage photos... and no fall close-ups or macros at all. But after I dropped my gang off at the hotel and parked my car around the block on 21st Street, I found this classic autumn leaf laying around in the curb. Moving it to the nicely-bricked sidewalk, I saw this ready-made frame and snapped a few shots.

This may have to do for Fall 2008. The leaves are still colorful on the trees, but there aren't too many left.

Boeing FP-5 Hawk

Jug

Here's a P-47 Thunderbolt, affectionately known by its pilots and crew as "Jug" because of it's jug-shaped fusalage.

A good air combat fighter and a superior ground attack aircraft, the P-47 was the largest single-engine fighter of WWII.

This one is at the National Air & Space Museum Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center in Chantilly, Virginia. Immediately behind the P-47 is the Enola Gay, a Boeing B-29 bomber, and the very aircraft that dropped the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima in August 1945.

In the background at right is the Boeing 367-80, or "Dash 80", as the Boeing engineers used to refer to it. The Dash 80 was the prototype for the 707, the first American commercial jet airliner capable of non-stop transatlantic flight.

Enterprise

Space Shuttle Enterprise at the National Air & Space Museum Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center, adjacent to Dulles International Airport.

West Side Story - That Afternoon

Here's that same garage as in yesterday's post, this time as the late afternoon sun shines down Pratt Street. Since the sun is in the opposite part of the sky, the shadows are different, and since the sun was lower, actually almost ready to dip below the buidings in the West, the light is redder.

Other than rotating the camera while taking the shot, no funny tricks this time - just some cropping and levels adjustment.

Election Day Update: Some Good News...

This bit of good news isn't about who won or lost, but rather about the election process itself, as I saw it today from the limited viewpoint of one precinct.

I was an election judge for the first time yesterday, and it was a great experience. In the precinct I worked in, just a few miles from my own, we had a heavy turnout early in the day, but everything worked properly and all flowed smoothly.

Now every state is different, and within states, elections are handled by local (usually county) boards, so what I saw may or may not be typical. Our precinct had 1819 registered voters, and we processed about 1280 today (don’t know how many have voted via absentee ballot.) That was a very comfortable number. I think the maximum wait time was 1/2 hour for the first hour or two, but for the balance of the day, many voters came and went within minutes. I checked in about 400 fellow voters myself, using the “ePollBook” system we have in Maryland - for 98% of those 400, it took about a minute each, and then they went on to cast their vote at the actual voting machine, where most had only a few minutes’ wait. Less than 2% of the voters we helped today needed to vote by provisional ballot.

My greatest privilege during the day was to stand up whenever I checked in a veteran, active military voter, or USNA midshipman in order to thank them for their service to our country. My greatest pleasure was to see the many families who came to vote together, and especially to check in the many newly-minted 1st-time voters, often along with their parents.

We poll workers were Democrats, Republicans, independents, and others, but we all cheerfully worked together (from 6 am to 10 pm!) to help our citizen vote. Also, almost every person I checked in was happy and cheerful today. It was a wonderful experience to be able to play my very small part in the election

It's too bad that some sites had very different experiences from ours. Check out this sad story at Dave Beckerman's photo blog about his polling site in Manhattan.

Elections in the US are more complicated than those in parliamentary systems, but this still isn’t rocket science, and I don’t know why boards everywhere can’t formulate precincts that are small enough to work like this precinct.

Want some real fun? Then Google "Tim Robbins vote" and read some of the stories about Robbins' 5-hour "ordeal" further downtown in Manhattan. Check out the NY Times story in particular - read it all the way through, and you'll find that, despite Robbins' rants about "voter intimidation," the apparent cause of his problem was Mr. Robbins, himself.

West Side Story

I started a new job last week at University of Maryland (Baltimore) in the Department of Psychiatry. My wife is tickled pink, because she says that's exactly where I belong.

After three years of walking eastward from the Light Rail stop at Batlimore Convention Center, I now walk west from that same stop. No more Inner Harbor, but of course, you can find good photo opportunites anywhere.

If you look for it, you'll see that here's what morning sunshine does to the Pratt Street side of UMB's Medical School parking garage.

Full disclosure: Although the brown metal fascia at upper left looks fine in real life, I wasn't crazy about it for this abstract, so I used the color replacer function in Photoshop to make it red.

Election Day 2008

It's been a fascinating - and very long - election season, but it all ends today. And we're the ones who end it. This is the only poll that counts.

I'm going to be an election judge tomorrow at a precinct nearby that's not my own, so I've already voted by absentee ballot (poll workers can't leave the polling place for the duration.) If your election precinct tomorrow is at St. Margaret’s Episcopal in the St. Margaret’s section of Annapolis, please look me up and say hello!

Be sure to vote - it's one of the easiest yet most important responsibilities we have as American citizens.

Patowmack Reflection

Shutterbug Excursions 11/1/2008 Greet Falls Meetup: Here's a section of the Patowmack Canal, a project encouraged by George Washington as part of his dream to link the coastal plain to the Ohio River Valley via the Potomac River. The old canal lies within the Great Falls National Park.

Great Falls

Over the last 30 years or so, I've crossed into Virginia many times via US 495 and the Cabin John Bridge, never realizing that there's spectacular natural landmark not five miles off of the Interstate.

Upstream on the Potomac from the Cabin John, just far enough to be out of sight from the bridge, are the Great Falls of the Potomac. The river drops 76 feet in less than a mile through rock-strewn rapids and several waterfalls. Just above the falls, the Potomac is almost 1000 feet wide, but it narrows to as little as 60 feet as it rushes through Mather Gorge, a short distance below the falls.

I visited Great Falls for the first time yesterday, along with my crew from the Shutterbug Excursions meetup.com group.
The group had to cancel its planned Skyline Drive photo meetup last week because of bad weather, but it turned out that fall foliage was closer to it's peak yesterday anyway. And the weather couldn't have been more perfect and comfortable - sunny and about 65F.

This photo is from the lookout point closest to the visitors center, looking across the Potomac to the Maryland side. The ancient, high-walled cliffs are a result of the Potomac carving a deeper path to the sea following the drop in ocean levels after the last ice age.

Cast Iron Baltimore

In the second part of the nineteenth century, Baltimore had several foundries producing cast-iron building fronts, making the city a critical supplier of this new construction technique for new buildings around the world. In New York City, you'll find the now-chic Soho area full of cast-iron buildings.

Baltimore had more than 100 of these cast-iron fronted buiding by 1900, but all but a few were either destroyed the the Great Baltimore Fire of 1904 or torn down during redvelopment. The Wilkins Building in the photo here is one of the few remaining.

Cape May Gingerbread

At the opposite, southern end of the Jersey Shore from Sandy Hook, Cape May is a sparkling resort town full of victorian gingerbread houses like this one. In fact, this particular house is a bed & breakfast called "The Gingerbread."

Because Cape May sticks out at the very southern end of New Jersey like an appendix, you can photograph both sunrises and sunsets over the Atlantic.

Well, technically, the sunset is over Delaware Bay, but I won't tell if you won't.

Sandy Hook, NJ

I've always said that New Jersey is an underrated state, and I keep discovering things that reinforce that belief.

Here is a shot taken at North Beach in Gateway National Recreation Area at Sandy Hook, NJ. A beautiful beach, it has a vista that includes the Verazzano Narrows Bridge, Manhattan, Brooklyn and Long Island. The buildings in the background of this photo are in Brighton Beach, just to the west of Coney Island in Brooklyn.

I'm Only Sleeping

Please don't wake me, no
don't shake me
Leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping

That's exactly what came to mind as I saw this fellow sleeping, only a few feet from the Imagine mosaic, a memorial to John Lennon in Central Park.

Beatles fans will recognize those lines as the end of the first verse of I'm Only Sleeping, which is track 3 on the Revolver album.

It's a strange and wonderful Lennon composition, featuring beautifully oxymornic lyrics ("Close my eyse, float upstream...") and a transfixing backwards-guitar solo. If you're musically inclined, you'll find these notes by Alan W. Pollack interesting.

So Many Rosenbachs, So Little Time

Our cousins from Strasbourg visited New York City the week before last, which gave us all the opportunity to meet each other for the very first time. Sandy and I drove to NYC and spent a marvelous day with our wonderful cousins, Patrick and Muriel Rosenbach, and their daughter. That was three-fifths of the family, as sons Dan and Benjamin (yes, another Ben Rosenbach!) weren't able to join them on this trip.

Muriel made a picnic lunch which we ate in Central Park on the grass at Strawberry Fields, after which we went to Bethesda Terrace, walked through the Ramble, and saw Belvedere Castle and Shakespeare Garden.

With any luck, we'll be able to see them again in the not-to-distant future by traveling to Strasbourg.


My cousins Patrick and Muriel Rosenbach and daughter

Daughter and mother

My Photos Are In the Toilet!

Last month, we already established that most of my photos suck. And now, it seems, some of my photos are in the toilet!

Actually, I walked into our powder room last Sunday monring as light was squeezing through almost-closed blinds. The light made an interesting pattern on the toilet; I especially liked the multiple ways the alternating bands of shadow and light curved.

So natch, I grabbed my Canon XSi and started snapping some pictures, as my wife once more looked on bemusedly. She's long gotten used to me taking photos of seemingly mundane and unbeautiful things.

No potty-mouthed remarks about this one, please.

My Camera History, Part VI

In 1979, I mentioned to my friend Mike Tzougrakis that I wanted to get a small camera for Sandy, then my fiancée. After all, it just wouldn't do for her to keep using a Kodak 110 camera.

Mike said, "I have just what you need," and showed me a little Miranda rangefinder, which I ended up buying from him. I gave it to Sandy, and a short while after we were married, after I had sold all my other camera equipment, it became the only camera in our family for a while. By then I had gotten rid of the Minolta SLRs, finally, all my Leica equipment.

The Miranda Sensoret was acutally a nice little camera and served us well. Pretty spiffy, too - unlike the photo above, ours was a "professional black" model. For Sandy, it was great, since it had a programmed shutter, so other than focusing, there was nothing else to do. And focusing was easy with a good, clear coincident-image rangerfinder.

The little 38mm f/2.8 was sharp enough, and overall, the camera was a good performer. For it's time, it was more or less in the same league as the Konica C35 and Minolta Hi-Matic F - all good cameras. Interestingly, the Sensoret was the only rangefinder ever made by Miranda, a Japanese camera company that otherwise was born and died (1953-1978) making only SLRs

Most important to me, this is the camera that took most of the pictures of our first year with our first child, Leah, born in 1982.

Olive Oil

My Camera History, Part V

This post will probably be the shortest one in this series, because for me, the cameras were forgettable.

After my OM-1 outfit was stolen, I got a very nice settlement from the insurance company, enough to replace everything fully. So I set out to buy pretty much the same thing: two camera bodies, a 24mm wide angle, a zoom in the 75-100mm range, and maybe a power winder.

At that time, the Minolta XD-11 had just come out, creating quite a stir in the amateur photography world. It was a compact camera, about the size of the OM-1, but with exposure automation - both shutter priority and aperture priority, selectable. Of course, you could also turn off automation and use it as a match-needle (match-diode, actually, the age of electronic Wunderplastik cameras had just begun.)


So I went that route, buying an XD-11, along with an XG-7 as a second body. The XG-7 was similar, but with only aperture-priority automation plus manual operation. I also got a 24mm Rokkor lens and a zoom.

But I just didn't care for these cameras - I don't know exactly why. I think they just didn't feel as good as the OM-1's did to me. I know that technically speaking, there was nothing wrong with either camera or the lenses. Just didn't like them. I probably should have stuck with OM-1's, or maybe even an OM-1 plus an OM-2 body (the OM-2 had the option of aperture-priority automation, but in essentially the same mechanical body as the OM-1.)

After a little more than a year, I sold all the Minolta equipment for $600, a considerable loss, and I have no photos that have survived from these cameras. Most of the pictures I took during that year were with my Leicas and the Minolta CL.

Dragon Boats...Again!

Tech Tuesday: Why Digital Camera Images Aren't Sharp Out of the Camera

When I was scanning the web for ideas on this weeks' Tech Tuesday post, I ran across this already-made-up excellent explanation of why digital camera images are not sharp right out of the camera. You can see it here at Ken Rockwell's excellent web site. The technical reason is something called Bayer interpolation, which Ken explains very well, or at least in more than enough detail for me.

It tend to check in with Ken's 'What's New' section at least every few days - he usually has something interesting to say or to explain, and I like his humorous writing style.

I got away without writing my own Tech Tuesday post today, but I guess I can't get away without posting one of my own photos. How about this one, from our photo meetup this past Saturday at Arlington National Cemetery?

Constellation Silhouette

Arlington National Cemetery Meetup

 

Our hyperactive Meetup group visited Arlington National Cemetery yesterday, our sixth photo meetup since we got started August 2nd.

I can tell you from my experience over the past two months that if you find yourself in a photo slump, try a nearby photo Meetup.com group - it's worked wonders for me, as I've been photographing nearly nonstop since early August. The energy from being around other enthusiastic photographers carries over between meetups.

I hadn't been to Arlington National Cemetery since 1964, when I was 14 years old. I was moved by the changing of the guard ceremony at the Tomb of the Unknowns, but not so much by the ceremony itself, as by the many WWII veterans attending. While most people were watching the precise ritual by members of the 3rd US Infantry Regiment, I was fixed on these true American heroes. As young men, they endured countless hardships for our sake, then came back home and quietly and modestly rebuilt their lives as well as the American prosperity of the postwar period. Now at the end of their lives, we are fortunate whenever we find ourselves in their presence. 

"...Known Only to God"	SSGT Frank DiFransisco, watches the changing of the guard.
	Marine Corps War Memorial
Pearl Harbor Survivor

Baltimore Inner Harbor Meetup

This past Wednesday evening, our meetup.com group assembled once again for a photo shoot at Baltimore's Inner Harbor. We've become quite an active group, as this is our fifth event since we first started in early August. It was a good turnout as well, with 10 photographers along for the fun.

Catch some of the great photos by our members at our group pool on Flickr.com

Also, click on the image above to check out my latest attempt at panoramas, this one stiched together from five photos to produce a 33MP final result, using Canon's PhotoStich software. PhotoStitch comes free with every Canon camera these days, even the least expensive. It's dead simple to use and works great.

This time, I used a tripod to pan for the five exposures, and it worked perfectly. To get this view, we clibed up Federal Hill, an historic site adjacent to the south side of the harbor. My only regret is that these photos were taken a little too long after sunset, and the sky was going black. I'll have to go back to Federal Hill another time to get some "dark-blue-sky" photos of this same scene.

Sandy

Her smile undampened by the Friday afternoon rain, Sandy and I take shelter in the lakeside pavilion at West Drive boat landing in Central Park (taken 9/12/2008).

My Camera History, Part IV

Just shoot me. Kill me now...

... because I once had a Leica M3, a beautiful, clean one at that, and then sold it two years later.


I bought the M3 DS (double-stroke) in 1978 or 1979, I can't remember exactly when - I guess it's just too painful - at my favorite little camera shop, Olden Camera, just off Herald Square. I think it was something like $350 or $380, and that included a screw-mount-to-M-mount adaptor for my 50mm collapsible Summicron. I don't think I could touch that same camera today for under a thousand dollars. Maybe I shoulda invested in Leicas instead of the stock market.

The funny thing is, as beautiful and precise and fondle-able that camera was, I just don't remember taking a whole lot of pictures with it. I don't think I have a single photo that I can put my hands on right now that I could definitely say was taken with the M3. Don't ask.

But it gets worse. I also bought a Minolta CL in 1979. The Leica CL and Minolta CL were compact M-mount rangerfinders made by Minolta and jointly designed by Leitz and Minolta. Sort of like a Buick and an Oldsmobile. Anyway, the CL was a truly amazing design - it was even smaller than my Leica IIIc, and yet totally modern and innovative, sporting a throught-the-lens spotmeter - I think that was a first for an interchangeable-lens rangefinder.

The CL came with a very sharp 40mm f/2 Rokkor (the Leitz version were called Summicron), and it was capable of mounting other Leica lenses, either M-mount or using an adaptor, old screw-mount lenses.

I did use the CL more than the M3, but still not an awful lot compared to my earlier cameras and the Leica IIIc that I still had. At least, compared to the M3, I have one or two yellow slide boxes that are marked "CL" to show for it.

My Leica era came to an end by 1981, by which time I had sold all three cameras.

I know, I know.