This is my Leica.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Leica is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My Leica, without me, is useless.
Without my Leica, I am useless. I must fire my Leica true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to photograph me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will…
My Leica and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make.
We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit…
My Leica is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its parallax.
I will keep my Leica clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
Before beer, I swear this creed.
My Leica and myself are the defenders of my photography.
We are the masters of our subject. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until my photography is legendary and there is no digital , but film!