The Leica Curse: Why I Choose the Friction of the Craft Over Digital Perfection

Digital photography with autofocus is undeniably awesome. It’s an engineering marvel that delivers clinical precision, near perfect results, and an incredibly high hit rate. If you want a tack sharp image of a moving subject, modern mirrorless systems will nail it almost every single time.

But it introduces a quiet crisis of soul.

When autofocus becomes that flawless, the act of taking a picture changes. The camera does the thinking for you, reducing you from a creator to a mere composition checker. At a certain point, shooting with an autofocus mirrorless camera starts to feel less like a craft and more like operating an advanced appliance. You might as well just pull an iPhone or android out of your pocket, tap the screen, and let the algorithms do the rest. The results are there, but the feeling is gone. Totally void of any real enjoyment, I am left disappointed.

I accept that the working professional relying on this craft for a living really has no choice. They need the certainty, the speed, and the flawless delivery to pay the bills. But as an enthusiast, and former photographer, the curse is real.

This is where the ghost of film enters the equation. Back before the digital age, I managed to get solid focus on film without computers tracking human eyes in real time. More importantly, film was forgiving. The nature of film grain, combined with lower resolution ( Not that we even used these twowords back then when judging pictures ), meant that if my manual focus was a hair off, the image i just took still retained its beauty. Sometimes, that slight softness even added to the mood that today we call character when using an imperfect lens.

Enter the modern Leica Digital M, and with it, the birth of The Leica Curse.

The Digital M creates a fascinating, frustrating hybrid problem, an uncompromisingly high resolution 60MP digital sensor paired with a purely analog, manual rangefinder mechanism. This is why I love it so much. It's a quasi real camera.

Digital sensors are brutal. Unlike film, a high megapixel digital sensor has zero forgiveness. It doesn't blend a near miss into soft grain. It highlights every fraction of a millimeter you missed with clinical, digital starkness. We sit at our computers pixel peeping at 100 percent zoom, letting a clinical monitor judge a shot born from pure intuition.

And so, I am now caught in a brilliant, maddening paradox.

The AF Mirrorless Route with my ZF gives me guarantee of results, but I forfeit the joy. The camera takes the soul right out of my shooting experience.

The Leica M Route with my M11 lets me recapture the absolute pinnacle of photographic pleasure. The mechanical resistance of the focus ring, the deliberate alignment of the rangefinder patch, the weight of a real camera around my neck, it makes me feel alive. It makes it photography.

But unless I am stopping down and relying entirely on zone focusing, every single shot at a wide aperture is a high stakes gamble. I trade the clinical certainty of autofocus for a beautiful, stressful roll of the dice.

I believe Leica knows this tension exists. They even built the new Leica M EV1 to try and bridge that exact gap by swapping out the optical rangefinder for a built in electronic viewfinder. In my opinion it completely fails the spirit of the system by turning the M into just another digital screen experience, but the jury is still out and I have yet not tried it myself.

Of course, the ultimate irony is that the cure for the curse sits right on my shelf. With my M glass, I can pivot entirely and pick up my Leica MP. With the MP, I get the 100 percent experience all together. No sensor to judge me, no digital safety net. Just me calculating the exposures, winding the film, and trusting the mechanical harmony of the craft. It is pure photography, completely decoupled from the demands of modern digital perfection.

Yet, I still reach for the digital M too. This leads me to the core of the curse. Which in my case is a question of identity. Am I a photographer who demands the guaranteed, flawless capture? Or am I a photographer who demands the romance, the connection, and the tactile struggle of the art of photography? I think the latter.

Loving my M means accepting the heartbreak of the near miss. It means looking at an image that has perfect composition, perfect light, and perfect emotional resonance, only to realize the focus plane is resting two inches behind the subject's eyes.

Yet, day after day, I loop that strap around my neck. Because when I do nail it, when the rangefinder aligns perfectly, the digital sensor cooperates, and my own muscle memory triumphs over the machine. The reward is unmatched. It’s a victory autofocus nor a computer with a lens attached to it can never give me.

So the curse remains, heavy and beautiful. I willingly accept the flawed digital reality just to keep the soul and real pleasure of photography alive.