Okay, I’m back. It’s back. The Leica File. You asked for it. I’m making good on my promise. The truth. Haven’t used the Leica in ages. Haven’t used ANYTHING in ages, except for the x100T, but that’s just for work stuff. I’m hoping to remedy this at some point, but I have to explain something. I’m feeling pretty good these days. Health wise. So when I get moments to do I tend to choose the “Adventure” portion of my life. Bike, hike, fish, climb, run, scavenge, crawl, flop, etc. The good stuff. When I get moments I don’t tend to reach for the camera these days. I reach for my boots, my clips, my rain gear, my flyrod and I go out, into the wilds.
But there is ONE kind of photography that still interests me. The random, personal image. Black and white. Snapshots. THESE I hope to continue with the Leica. I just need space and time. I’m working on it. The images you see in the next fourteen posts of this series are all old images, but I’m hoping to cut them with new. I dream about taking the train to a small, dusty town in the American Southwest, and then I realize I have a job and can’t do that. And that the train is too expensive, slow and might not stop at small, dusty towns. I dream of spacing, of the elements moving, and then I remember I live in Newport where everything is new, sterile and void of style. A guy can dream, and I will continue to do so.
The images here will range. Black and white, color, reportage, portrait-ish, maybe even a landscape-ish type thing from time to time. Who knows? What connects them? That silly little thing we call a Leica rangefinder.