The Leica is a dream to shoot. Many writers have sung its praises; I won’t try to outdo them. It’s solidly built but not too heavy; nothing feels plastic or cheap because nothing is plastic or cheap. It’s over 50 years old yet still functions like the day it left the factory. I defy any modern camera, film or digital, to do that.
Beth, Cricket and I went for a late winter’s walk in a few of our favorite spots.
Notes from Mosquito Hill 