So I’m shooting pictures for the paper at the “Warehouse District Art Crawl,” chatting with one of the artists, and this gent comes up and starts a conversation about digital cameras… He’s just gotten a D70 Nikon, wonders how it compares to the D60 Canon I’m using, the artist chimes in, and we’re off on the gearhead discussion…
Few minutes later it winds down and he notices the Leica under my arm, asks if I still shoot film, and do I by chance know anyone who might be in the market for an old RB67 Pro S kit at a really good price…
(Weeellll. I’d been thinking for the last year or so that I really ought to get another one and get back to work on RB-style stuff, so… )
“Yeah I might…”
Next thing I know I’m in the living room of his loft next door, and he hauls out this frickin’ suitcase case and flips open the lid…
VERY clean RB. 2 120 6×7 backs. 1 120 645 back. Polaroid back. Collapsing hood. Left-side grip. ADJUSTABLE left-side grip. Waist-Level finder. Prism Finder. Metered chimney finder. 65 lens. 90 C lens. 180 C lens. Caps. Hoods. Miscellany.
Hasn’t been used in a bit, needs to be dusted off a little. He says his eyes aren’t what they were and he can’t make it focus anymore, so he’s gone to the AF digital. Hasn’t shot it in over a year but it was working perfectly, and he hates to sell it but he’s in a bit of a bind…
Will I pay (ridiculously low price) for the entire setup and give it a good home?
Umm…. Y’know, I think I can make myself do that.
Hmmm…..
Hmmm.
Yeah, we’re going to get along just fine…
Lock and load; let’s hit the streets.