Everyone who is more intensively involved in photography sooner or later has an “endgame” camera or equipment that they long for. Some want a certain L-lens from Canon, others want a medium format camera or a carbon tripod.
But there’s one thing many agree on, in the realm of analog photography, it’s the Leica M6. At least for me.
After a total of almost 20 years of photographic hobby and over countless digital and analog cameras, I have finally arrived. At least that’s what I hope. But there’s not that much left to put over a Leica M6. Maybe a Leica M7, or M-A, or even a Leica M-P. Anyway, for a relatively good price I got hold of this black Leica M6. Yes, it’s not perfect, yes it doesn’t have TTL (who cares?) and yes, it’s been around. But, the camera is only 4 years younger than me (built in 1986) and it doesn’t work like the first day.
I take it in my hand, it feels smooth, the leather is still in great condition. The metal cuddles up to my hand. Slish-slash, click, slish-slash, click. Anyone who has ever photographed with a film Leica knows how it feels when the lever snaps back.
I bring the Leica M6 to my eye, the metal feels cool. I see the world through a 34-year-old frame, it’s bright, I feel safe. Let’s both go out and capture the world anew.