bad light & bad luck… call it Murphy’s law.
one morning I stuff my breakfast bagel from the deli in my bag and wrap the strap of the trusted M6 around my wrist, two turns as usual. Shit, it’s 9:25 already, my boss is going havoc on me, if I’m not on time… 9:30 on the dot that is. As usual, I do a quick exposure guess – the camera’s meter quotes a 250th at f8, as expected – and I’m ready to take the shot of the century.
Sure enough, I spot a character, aim the camera, hit the shutter button and zipp-whirr — nothing happens, the damn thing doesn’t work… quickly, I turn the rewind button, cock again and zipp-whirr – this piece of fine machinery doesn’t do a damn thing. Leica broken.