Thursday, 17th November, 2022
I spent too long looking at M10-R. I’ve tried to question myself on why I want the R. It’s hard to ignore all the threads where people say “if I were getting one now it would be the R”. Supposedly the sensor is better and has more dynamic range and blah blah. Plus the obvious 40 MP. I don’t think I’ll be able to tell the difference, or be shooting in situations where my pictures would be “ruined” by not having that extra. Thinking about my D40 last night did make me de/reconsider the R. It pretty much ends up being £2k more than the regular M10. Which is a lot for stuff that I probably won’t notice. Better off buying a 35mm lux for other improvements that I won’t notice 😅
I still do want the P, mostly for looks more than anything, but is that worse?!
I’m tempted by this one from the Mayfair Leica store. It’s got a few nicks on the body but it’s by far the cheapest M10 I’ve seen all year. I think there was one cheaper on eBay but that didn’t come with 6 months warranty. I don’t like the 🔴 but it’s not that bad, maybe I’ll cover it, or just embrace it. It might be my bias, but I’d think the Leica store would sell good gear, that’s been functioned tested and checked by individuals experienced with Leica cameras.
I worry that we’ll spend a fortune on the kitchen and I won’t care whatsoever. There are some features which will be nice to have but is it worth the price? But there’s no options on pricing so it is what it is. I think having moved and lived in 8 houses in 10 years has left me not caring about decor and furniture etc. It needs to be functional but don’t care about fancy. I just spend all my money on cameras 😎
A small ginger cat arrives on my terrace every afternoon, to curl up in the sun and slumber peacefully for a couple of hours. When he awakes, he gets on his feet with minimum effort, arches his back and walks away as he had come. The same spot every day, the same posture, the same pace. There may be better spots—sunnier, quieter, frequented by birds that can be hunted when the cat is rested and restored. But there is no guarantee, and the search will be never-ending, and there may rarely be time to sleep after all that searching and finding. It occurs to me that perhaps the cat is a monk. By this I do not mean anything austere. I doubt anyone in single minded pursuit of enlightenment ever finds it. A good monk would be a mild sort of fellow, a bit of a sensualist, capable of compassion for the world, but also for himself. He would know that it is all right not to climb every mountain. A good monk would know that contentment is easier to attain than happiness, and that it is enough.
- A Book of Simple Living: Brief Notes from the Hills, Ruskin Bond