“I’m sort of a shutterbug,” he said with a depreciating grin that sent blood rushing to my head.
“I have some equipment that might be of interest. I own some Leicas. A M7 Rangefinder, for example.”
“Wow! That’s worth a couple of grand.”
“And a Hasselblad 205. Also, some Japanese equipment, but I prefer the German lenses.”
“Man, I’d give my eyeteeth for a Leica. I found a Minilux Point and Shoot for five hundred the other day, but my budget doesn’t stretch that far.”
“Perhaps you would like to go shooting some afternoon. I will be happy to allow you the use of some of my cameras.”
Uncertainty scrolled across his fine features. His aura flared in warning. He ran an agitated hand through his shaggy brown locks. He was fighting a furious battle without knowing or understanding it.
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