If only a camera could talk what tales it could tell, what had it seen in its life? what images had it taken, who had owned it? More often than not we may never know, as is the case for my 1935 Leica III:
I intend to marry this beauty with my 1936 Leitz 50mm 3.5 Elmar, hopefully a marriage made in heave, ( or rather Germany). Over the next few month I intend to shoot weekly with the above combination and my Leica M2.