Thursday, October 20, 2016
I made a mistake. I bought a Leica M Monochrom on eBay before I left for NYC. By mistake. I thought I was buying the new 246 version. It would have been a great price, but it was expensive for the 240 version. I shouldn't have been buying anything at all anyway. I am broker than broke.
When I picked the camera up on Tuesday, I felt guilty. But, oh my, the camera was a beauty. A great and guilty pleasure. I had forgotten how much I liked my old camera. So I put on a lens and went about taking pictures. And when I got home, I downloaded them into the computer to see how they were.
Bad news. There were artifacts in every image. Sensor corrosion.
I wrote the seller about it and told him of the problem. He has agreed to take the camera back. Leica will replace the sensor with a new and improved one for free, but it might take months. I am sending the camera back.
I should be relieved. Rather. . . I am sad.
The roofers are here--without the boss. They are yelling and cursing and fighting, and I have zero confidence that they are not fucking everything up. Nine Jamaicans beating the shit out of my house. I can't think.
NYC fades away. Perhaps they will finish this project by Saturday. Then. . . maybe. . . I can tell you a story.