i bought my first camera when my grandfather died (1986), he left me some money and i wanted to buy something 'worthy', didn't need a long time to decide what it would be: a leica camera - from my other grandfather i already inherited an old rolleiflex (first batch), modified by himself for 'modern' rollfilm (he was a swiss instrument builder), so a leica would also be a worthy companion for the rolleiflex - i bought an big R3 and was almost immediately disappointed, i tried to get used to it for several months, but it didn't have the right feeling - so after a few months i sold it and bought an M4 - from this time on the M became my addiction - when my father died in 2007, i bought an M8 - my camera's are connected to the death of my beloved - a bit weird you could say, but i try to see it differently, they are instruments to capture what will be lost, to find what cannot be seen (anymore) with the naked eye, a reality that lives in our imagination...
sam