Just started taking a 9-week black & white photography class in Union Square. Taught by a guy with the craziest dreadlocks who looks like he lives in hipster Williamsburg, but is actually from Connecticut. It's been all-consuming. I'm now viewing my life as a series of photographs...But the spontaneous photographs are so very few...And I'm finding that I'm constantly "tweaking" scenes of the Texan so that he's picture-perfect. Or trying to capture that starry-eyed look that he used to have when he sees me. That look that makes my breath hitch and catapults me into his lap every single time. I've looked and looked and shot close to a hundred shots, but this look isn't quite there any more. It's been replaced by something...