My Pentax 645D, its the finest camera I have ever owned or will ever own I guess. It seems I argued with a lot of my other cameras and at times wanted to heave them out into the landscape I was shooting. I worked very hard and scrimped and saved, I ate lots of instant noodles to get the money to buy it used, and to assemble, lenses filters and a solid shooting platform. I bought a Lowpro h20 bag to nestle it in.
I don't feel the weight of it as we wander, I'm confident, I know it will be ready and able to work. most of its buttons and function remain unused, and I'm surprised every now and again by some of the tricks its has up its sleeve.
Rarely if ever do I shoot it hand held, its not that kind of relationship, its goes from the bag to the arca swiss in an easy transition, then it silently lets me get to work, mostly at the same settings shot after shot, it waits with me for light, in the chill of the morning and rests under my head, under the stars on trips, its not concerned with a bit of rain or snow or dust, although I fuss a bit and worry, it silently works its way through it all. its never out of my sight as I journey, my silent partner is too treasured to let out of my sight at airports or bus stations.
Its a big black brooding looking thing, now with scratches and a few wear marks, its character is one of silent support to my imagination, it just disappears as I shoot. It goes back in the bag, and we move on. it comes out of the bag, I compose, bracket trigger with a timer, 5 shots, it slowly works its way through the captures, and offers one up for inspection, I'll think, adjust look recompose, and repeat, it will agree and work away. It goes back in the bag, we move on.