For me, it was a matter of switching back to RFs, although it took the better part of 30 years. They were what I got started with when I got "serious" about photography. A pair of Yashicas (5000e Lynx and GTN, respectively) informed the first four years of my growing interest in photography. Then, when I came into a bit of money, I ditched the Yashicas for my first, new camera, a Canon F-1 (my start-at-the-top habit stated rather early...), and, with a few exceptions, I rigidly stuck to SLRs until early 2002 (that's, let's see...27 years? Ouch...), when I tired of big cameras and even bigger lenses, and my first taste of a pro digital SLR (early Canon EOS 1D) left a really bad taste in my mouth. You could practically hear me muttering the last lines of Billy Joel's Movin' Out. The experience was similar to when I decided not to watch TV on a regular basis anymore, also, interestingly, about 25-30 years ago: I didn't just wake up on the wrong side of the bed one morning and say, "---- this nonesense, I'm kicking the habit once and for all!" I just decided it wasn't doing anything positive for me, and just left it behind.
I like to think this change was akin to opening the all shutters and windows in the house after a particularly gruelling thunderstorm, breathing in that fresh, ionized air and basking in the first hints of sunlight through the heavy overcast, but that's probably mostly in my mind. I was working with gear that was smaller, (mostly) lighter, and I had a lot less of it; my current setup fits into one mdest-sized bag (a rather tired-looking Domke 803), which I've carried with me around the country with the greatest of ease.
The viewfinder experience working almost exclusively with RFs is something I wouldn't trade for the world. The fact that I much prefer the gestalt and workflow of film dovetails nicely with this.
At the tail-end of my SLR-shooting days, there was a a soccer match I wsas shooting, and I had my pair of Minolta 9xi bodies, stovepipe 80-200 f/2.8 APO on one, 28-70 f/2.8 G on the other, running first here, then there, then back, for the better part of an hour, which was about all I could take. Galfriend noticed my having a bit of a scowl on my face. I pulled the collar of my t-shirt away to reveal a purple welt running across my left shoulder. My only response was a quote from a Who song: "You know, this used to be fun."
I'm a much happier camper now.
- Barrett