Oh hey another Leica M6... let us not worry about that too much. Enough has been said. The feeling. The simplicity. The expense. Either way, it…
I sort of remember when my father handed me The Brass Brick as I unaffectionately called it for years. Not precisely, but at least withing the…
Hello old friend. We have previous. But that is ok, I'm happy to take you out and walk you around. Doing what you do best. Capturing…
My neighbour called around a few weeks ago with a box, a big box, full of cameras. They belong to her father who, as with many…
It is dark. Cold. Wet. Normal really. Spring in the Calderdale Valley is not a time to rejoice for the green shoots of a new year,…
