I hereby give notice that I am commencing the Society for the prevention of cruelty to Leicas. Membership sought within.
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For example can you imagine car enthusiasts (including racing pros) who deliberately mistreat their cars? I cannot. So I kinda think its what we in Australia would call a "bit of a w#nk" for a photographer to say - "Oh yeh, its only equipment, I am not interested in that, its the pictures that are important to me." I am sure other countries understadn what I mean.
I drive a Ford Mustang GT. There are huge numbers of people who don't own one who think my car belongs in a museum or hermetic garage, only to be carefully tooled around town on nice days. Keep the R's below 3K so as not to damage anything. F' them.
In the past 7 years of my ownership it has seen the inside of a garage maybe two evenings. It is not a show car, but it
is clean and straight. I'm proud of the single hail dent on the drivers side fender because it's only one. I watched it get hailed on and prayed for mercy. If the roof was pummeled, I'd fix it. But that one dent does not diminish my perception of the car's value. I keep the dent to remember.
I am a "car enthusiast" of a high order. That is why I own my car. Had I garage and the means, I'd have a Balboni Lamborghini. Alas, not to be. But I was able to hit redline on the way home tonight and later pull past traffic in the right lane to grab my exit without getting in anyone's way, and without even sweating the motor. Ideally, I'd redline the car every day, every time I drive it - that's what it does best. If you think my car, covered in road grit, is somehow diminished by being used and enjoyed you are no enthusiast. You are a "fondler." Which is a sin.
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There is a difference between use and abuse. A beloved tool sees wear. Seeing that wear brings memories of times past, triggering memories of family, friends, experiences. I have a toolbox garnered over the years. None of my hand tools carries the same weight in memories as the times I picked up my nieces in my car to deliver them to my brother and parents, so every scratch on my interior from their cavalier attitude to feet on the dash tells a story of irritation and love.
I tire of leicas paraded for "patina." Just as you, I'm sure. But honestly earned wear on a beloved tool is not abuse. It is testament to love and utility. I know some think I am a cretin for parking my car outside year after year, but I just think "you drive a Camry, STFU." Not PC, but it's my car. His camera, his memories.