The collector in question was indeed a pretty good photographer, judging from the images framed in his home which his wife says are his pictures. I think his collecting stemmed from a love of the medium and then a love for the marvelous little machines that cameras were. I say "were" only because of the machine-age beauty of many of the old metal and glass cameras he collected. There was very little plastic in the lot. Modern cameras may be seen in the same way someday, but for me, for now, they seem to have less personality. Perhaps it is just the patina of age these cameras have, or maybe the age of the observer–– who knows, but a modern, plastic camera- even an expensive, well-designed one- doesn't have quite the star power of a 1950's Retina or a 30's Zeiss.