After 20 years on the sports photography circuit – rain, mud, sidelines, airports – I hit a wall. What once lit me up became a job, just another deadline. The adrenaline rush of nailing the shot gave way to the thud of burnout.
I’d been glued to the Nikon system for decades, loyal to a fault, but somewhere along the line my passion got lost under layers of high-speed burst modes and autofocus settings. Then, out of nowhere, a Leica landed in my hands – and everything changed.
