Saturday, January 03, 2026
New Year. New Light(s). Fun with Continuous Lighting...
Thursday, January 01, 2026
This is a self-paced blog post. It's New Year's Day so I'm bailing on writing stuff. Nothing happened worth sharing. Just basic happiness and walking around with cameras. Make up your own captions if you'd like...
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
It's New Year's Eve. Time for retrospection...
Monday, December 29, 2025
I had lunch with an old friend recently. To say he is currently into Leicas is a supreme understatement. He picked up this one last quarter.
How old is this camera? Well, it's from the time between the UR-Leica (the first prototype) and the time at which they made the lenses removable and interchangeable. Yeah. He brought it along to lunch. It reminded me that one of the early screw mount Leica's super powers was its incredibly small size!!!
No wonder the company revolutionized photography.
The machining on this camera is wonderful and very precision. And yes, this is a working camera.
Amazing. Close to 100 years old.
Just had to share.
The studio gear inventory takes a hit. Yet again.
I was at the hat shop on S. Congress Avenue again this week. Just walking around with that little Leica CL and that wacky 50mm f0.95 lens I wrote about yesterday. It was a busy retail day and the fine weather pulled people out of their homes and SUVs and sent them out into the wilds of urbania to try their hands at window shopping, zany coffee buying and general passeggiata activities. We'd just say that the sidewalks were packed. I stopped by the hat shop to get out of the stream and because they do such a very, very good job at merchandizing. Even stuff that would look terrible on me looks great on the displays. And I like the way hats look in photographs.
I was lining up a terrific shot when a young woman wearing a beautiful, gray Stetson, classic cowboy hat sidled up and asked me about my camera. I told her it was a Leica CL and she told me that one of her own film cameras was the Leica/Minolta CLE. I asked if she had the original 40mm lens that was generally sold with that camera and she said yes. This, of course, led us down the path of talking photography and all sorts of related topics....like filmmaking.
As our conversation progressed I learned that she was very interested in film and video and had just taken several courses at a workshop space created by famous Austin movie director, Rick Linklater. At 33 my new photo friend just had resigned from teaching and switched careers, hoping to make photography and movie-making her focus. As we were wrapping up our conversation (because the mannequins are not going to photograph themselves!!!) I remembered that I had three big Nanlite LED panels that I was bent on getting rid of. I asked if she could use some LED lights. She did.We met at Medici Coffee in her neighborhood this morning at 9 a.m., chatted about the industry for a while and then I helped her load the three big Nanlites LED panels into her car. I also passed on three stout, air-damped light stands to go with the lights. She was very pleased and most appreciative but not nearly as appreciative as me since I found someone to take stuff off my hands who will really get good use out of the gear. And I now have additional more empty space in my studio. Which was my primary goal.
While this certainly doesn't fall under the concept of mentoring I'm pretty sure it counts for the concept of helping to support emerging artists.
It felt good to pass on gear to someone who is clearly on fire about being a visual artist. It feels good to get rid of more stuff. Kind of like the idea of "Swedish Death Cleaning" only more specialized; as in: "Swedish Death Cleaning for Photographers." While I'm not planning on dying anytime soon the basic concept here is to not leave a pile of unwanted stuff for your loved ones to deal with when you exit the fixer of life and go into the print washer of the great beyond. It takes decades of planning, I am told, to do a really clean, archival exit.
More stuff is heading to the chopping block soon. And I'm finding that giving stuff away is like losing weight. You feel better, your space is less cluttered, your pants fit right, you look better and you've winnowed down the number of subroutines your brain needs to make when you need to make choices between different piles of equipment.
The weather here turned chilly in the middle of the night. It was 80° yesterday. It's going to stay in the 40s all day today. Fine by me. I got to try out a new jacket!
OT: I did buy myself something special for Christmas. In fact, I bought twelve copies.
I like pens but I love pencils. Most people's experiences with pencils revolved around the #2 pencils, yellow, that we used to write with in elementary school. Those pencils were very, very inexpensive. But they worked. And I think a hidden benefit for schools and parents is that using pencils instead of ink pens kept ink stains off clothing, desks, walls and fingers. And off the clothes and faces of the children who might have been targets of others' more malicious penmanship.
I like yellow pencils as an historic meme but when it comes to actually writing with pencils in the here and now I've come to prefer Veblen pencils... Not Leica level pencils but pencils that are clearly a cut above the standard fare.
The pencils I re-discovered this year are the Blackwing brand and I'm loving them.
Blackwing pencils were used by art directors, writers, journalists and pencil forward hobbyists for most of the 20th century. They were preferred by the writing cognoscenti -- and well loved. But the corporate bean counters killed them off in the earliest part of the 21st century. People sought out hidden stores of surviving Blackwing 602 pencils and paid dearly for them. People who could not find secret troves of the pencils generally sat in a corner chair in their offices with the lights off, staring out the window and brooding. A palpable malaise covering their affect like a fog. Lost. Despairing.
Someone (meaning some company...) bought the rights, and the magic pencil making roadmap, and revived the pencils in 2010 and brought them back into the market, much to the joy and relief of fine pencil addicts everywhere.
According to the company the pencils are made with aromatic, California incense-cedar wood wrapped around imported Japanese graphite. The big, rectangular erasers on the word negating end of the pencils are, in fact, replaceable. Good to know when the eraser wears down before the graphite "lead."
I splurged. I bought a box of $12. The price was bracing! Lofty territory indeed. The box of 12 cost a royal $30. Even though I knew that mostly rich dentists, lawyers and wealthier photo bloggers buy these as status symbols I actually use them because they write cleaner and better than other pencils I've used. And occasionally it's nice to be able to stop writing and actually smell the wood. To breathe in the subtle scent of cedar and then reflect and continue writing that very special note.
The company's motto is printed in gold against the dark green of the pencil shaft. It reads, "HALF THE PRESSURE, TWICE THE SPEED."
I reckon the box of pencils will last me at least through 2026. I'm happy to have them at my fingertips. I might even start writing in cursive again. Why pencils? Because way back when we were first starting to learn to write that's the tool we used. Most people's creative writing started to fail when they switched from pencils to pens, and then worsened still in the transition to word processors. But it's not too late to go back to the good stuff. It's never too late to revisit your childhood genius.
Note to other bloggers and novelists: You don't have to endlessly re-write if you can deftly erase unwanted words with a simple and handy eraser. Just sayin'. There's a nice eraser on every pencil in the box!!!
I'm sure I'll read in the comments about my flagrant, over-the-top buying habits yet again but even though these pencils are 600% more expensive then those available in a bulk box of 250 yellow pencils from China it's really all about the handling, the haptics and the way a good pencil can make one feel. Just like a second grader again. And, of course, in your essays you'll find that special Blackwing Look that we all envy.
Cooties. That's up next.
A portion of the profits from the sale of Blackwing pencils goes to support music and arts programs in schools. That sounds nice...
































