I enjoy learning to take pictures again.

I have some excellent subject material.

I enjoy the moodiness of black and white.

Moody.

But like the tale of the poor fisherman who caught the magic fish who gave him wishes,

each wish granted leaves me wanting more. This camera is delightful, but now I want—

The sun! The moon! The stars!

But only for a moment. I will be happy with what I have. 

What I have is beautiful.