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Photo of a Fuji GW690III by Benjamin Balasz
Every now and again someone mentions the "Texas Leica"—the nickname for the oversized Fuji 6x9. It and several other medium-format rangefinders once made by Fuji were the ancestors of the current GFX 50R. I'm too lazy to go research the various versions, but I think there were three of them, the GW690III being the last. They were rangefinders that took 6x9 cm negatives on 120 or 220 film. The GW690III wasn't really very Leica-like, since it had a fixed 90mm lens and no built-in light meter. (The Leica of the time, the M6, had a non-AE light meter and of course allowed for interchangeable lenses.)
I used a Fuji 6x9 once, although I don't recall the circumstances now—I probably had it on loan, or deposit, you might say, from Josh Hawkins at Oak Park Camera in Oak Park, Illinois. I lived over and down six or eight blocks, in Forest Park.
My overriding memory of the camera was that it drew attention like a flashing red light. For some reason, whenever I had the thing in my hands, people would react like I was waving a gun around, staring at me and giving me a wide berth, hiding their faces if I pointed it in their direction.
Well, maybe it wasn't that bad, but it felt like it. I felt totally exposed when I was using it.
I think part of this is me—I'm not particularly "invisible" when I shoot. I guess I get anxious or something, and people pick up on it. I'm never up to no good, but people are suspicious anyway. I'm a bad "candid" photographer. I do better when I have permission. Inevitably, if I point a camera anywhere, whoever is in the frame, whatever they are doing and no matter how far away they are, will look at me. Usually with a glare.
Maybe I just remember the occasions when they do, I don't know. That could be it.
I wrote about this on the old site, telling a story about how, when I got the Panasonic GF1, I was driving down the road pointing the camera out the window at a motorcycle rider I was passing. Of course I was watching the road and shooting blind, not the other way around. Surely, in that situation, the motorcyclist wouldn't notice me? The camera was inside the car. And he'd have his eye on the road too, presumably. But when I got back to the computer, the one picture that almost included him in the frame and happened to be in focus showed him looking right at me! With a narrowed, suspicious glare. Funny.
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Anyway, I made several sorties out and about with the Texas Leica, molesting passers-by, invading peoples' privacy, and flustering innocent pedestrians. It was feather-ruffling for all concerned, me included. A few days later, having let the big beast rest for a day or two on the shelf, where it was harmless, I found myself contemplating it and thinking, well, there has to be something I can shoot with this dang thing. I concluded that maybe I just needed to be farther away from people.
So I performed a little experiment. I was living at the time in a loft in a former warehouse in West Chicago, a beautiful and impractical home that was one of the most interesting places I ever lived. I was on the fourth floor, higher than most of the surrounding buildings. When it was being built, the contractor put in a sliding glass door. The idea was that buyers would pay $5,000 extra to have a small metal balcony installed outside the door. Since I suffer from acrophobia, and would have gotten the heebie-jeebies suspended in the airspace above the alley, I declined to buy a balcony, so my sliding glass door just had bars on the other side of it so I wouldn't, you know, mosey out of it by mistake and plummet four stories to the concrete.
They were building new condos across the street, and I had occasionally been observing the construction, opening the sliding glass door and leaning with my elbows on the top bar of the barrier. Never once had I noticed any of the workers looking at me; they were quite a distance away—I would estimate 200 feet or so—that's two-thirds of an American football field—and of course they were always going about their business. And it was Chicagoland. The Chicago metropolitan area—Chicagoland—is now getting close to having twice the population of the entire State of Wisconsin. So there were cars going by, airplanes in the sky, pedestrians. Trains passing on the nearby L. I had a great view of the L tracks from my front windows.
I put the Fuji around my neck and watched the workers for a few minutes. Casually, I slowly brought the Texas Leica to my eye.
And as soon as I looked through the viewfinder, the construction worker in the center of the composition turned around, stared right at me, and glared.
How had he noticed me? It's almost uncanny, as if I radiate some telepathic signal or something. I've never understood this. I took the picture anyway, but, as always, I felt awkward, as if I had imposed on the guy and annoyed him.
I recall thinking, gee, if I ever took this thing to the beach, I'd probably get arrested.
Anyway, that was it for me and the Texas Leica! If OPC was where I got it, back it went.
Mike
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Tex Andrews: "Oh, be still my heart! My favorite film camera of all—the GSW690II. It was with this camera that I started to consistently shoot better, and oddly fell into my current and long time project, going on about 15 years now. To get my current camera that owns my heart, my 645Z, I had to trade in a bunch of gear to get the price down to 'only excruciating.' Almost all of the trade-ins hurt, but this one was by far the one that really made me sad, and does to this day. I'll get another one one day, but when I traded it in it actually felt like a betrayal, that camera had been so good to me. I felt faithless."
John Hufnagel: "If I recall correctly, the Graflex Combat Graphic was the first camera colloquially known as the Texas Leica. It even looks like a Leica."
Tom Duffy: "I really like my Fuji GW690III. The loud 'Ping!' when the leaf shutter goes off is about as un-Leica as you can get. 23 years ago, I brought it with me to Disney World on a family vacation and shot many rolls of Kodak 400 speed color negative film in 220 format. I came back with a large number of good pictures. My hit rate was actually way higher than my average. I've heard it described as 'everyone's second favorite camera.' Except yours, evidently. :-) "
Steve C: "I watch Joel Meyrowitz's Masters of Photography course (which is excellent by the way), and he walks around shooting in the street looking like a seven-foot-tall Star Wars villain and nobody seems to notice. Ashley Gilbertson is the same, looking like a rock'n'roll guitar tech or perm'd biker, but gets the most incredible, up close, essence of humanity pictures."
Mike replies: Yeah, I really think it's a matter of personality and social adeptness. It's what you project to other people. And how you feel about yourself.
s.wolters: "It’s not only the camera, it’s the camera in combination with you. With my Pentax 67 I had the same kind of experience as you had with that Texas Leica. With my Rolleiflex people always reacted positively and sometimes tried to make contact or even wanted to pose.
"I envy some female photographers. A few months ago I was at a tourist hotspot where fifty people tried to photograph an overwhelming landscape with their smartphone in vertical mode. Only three or four had a proper camera. One of them, a pretty girl with very short pants and very long legs drew all the attention. Her rucksack full of equipment would have made any paparazzo jealous. As it happens when traveling around I also saw her at some other places. Because of her appearance she always made contact with anyone within minutes, using her bulky Canon 7D combination as a conversation piece. A Texas Leica would probably worked for her as well, but a phone camera or point and shoot not because those aren’t special enough to start a chat. One of the reasons I’m using Micro 4/3 is that think I look rather harmless with it. With a FF DSLR I feel that one day I will get lynched by an angry mob."
Robert: "I have almost the exact opposite experience. I‘ve taken thousands of pictures of strangers and hardly any of them have bothered to look. Most were taken with Leica rangefinders rather than a Texas Leica, admittedly, but many were taken with a Canon 5D Mark II with a 24–105mm on it, some even with a Rolleiflex. I remember one day in London where even when getting very close no one seemed to be bothered, and another in a small town in Germany, and the same thing. Same with all over Asia, except there people often do look then smile widely after the picture is taken. I am not usually furtive. So maybe it's the U.S.—I've never shot there."
Ilkka: "Maybe the problem was that you thought of it as Texas Leica instead of New York Linhof. A big handheld camera instead of a more convenient and faster 4x5 replacement."
John Krumm: "I have similar results shooting strangers, at least in the Midwest. Here in Duluth people see you coming from a mile off. They don't usually think you are actually taking a photo of them. What usually happens is they stop walking or even stop their car so that you can take your shot without them in the way. Nowadays I pretty much never see anyone else with a camera around the neck. I'm the only weirdo in a town of 85,000 who does that, it seems (I know there are a few others, just not when I am out and about). That's why so many of my people shots are from a distance...."
Hugh: "It’s a person thing, not a camera thing. Not a criticism really. I never had any problem doing street photography with a Pentax 67. Same size, much more noise. Speed, confidence, and a friendly smile when people notice."
Stan B.: "Come to think of it, Tod Papageorge did some exemplary B&W street with it...."
Mike replies: He certainly did.
David L.: "Regardless of the comments, putting a 6x7 or 6x9 negative in an enlarger and printing it on fiber-base paper is a sublime experience. I had Fuji 6x7 and 6x9 cameras and regret letting them go."
Martin D: "I loved l, loved, loved that camera. Had both the 90mm and the 65mm 6x9 versions. For me, the very size and monstrosity of the thing made me invisible, like wearing a hi-viz jacket and helmet—people just took me for someone from a different world and ignored me. This is the camera to take Walker Evans-style shots of everyday life. I used Agfa Scala B&W transparency film—wow, how those massive transparencies came to life on the lightbox. Took the best portrait of my father with it. One roll of 120 only gives eight shots, I metered carefully and used only one shot for my father, it was perfect. Boy, I miss this camera."
Mike replies: Did you know that film was just plain old Agfa APX 100 with reversal processing? True.
Eric Brody: "The closest I ever came to the 'Texas Leica' was the Mamiya 7II, a fabulous lightweight rangefinder with some of the sharpest lenses I've ever used, and I've used a lot of lenses. Even though each lens had its own, almost silent, leaf shutter, I never used it for people, so I never got to scare anyone. What interests me about this conversation is how people seem to sort to two groups, those with the 'courage' to do street work and those, like me, who are irrationally afraid of it."