Day Two with the M8 (or "Why Some Dreams Should Stay That Way")

I'm not bowing out just yet, but I probably will. My lust for a Leica only has a single grounding in photography now - the colours. The sensor produces such vivid colours (when the white balance doesn't fuck up) and great contrast, it's almost obscene, really.

Having said that, the rangefinder method of focussing just doesn't sit with me. It might betray poor eye-sight that I don't know about, but the tiny little rectangle is way too small for me to be able to use as a basis for producing a sharp image. It's also next to useless with repeating patterns like hair. Even in a decent control environment, the images produced when I'm satisfied that images overlap are nowhere near as sharp as the D700. So if I can't produce sharp images on a still target with all the time in the world, I can't really imagine I'll be effective in the real world. Did notice some improvements this afternoon, so there may be hope yet, but not enough so far.

Shame, really. I've heard so much about these cameras just getting out of the way and letting you shoot, but all it's done so far is stand in the way and make me miss things that the D700 would have captured easily.