When I was young, I sometimes enjoyed being just a little - all in life is relative - under the influence, so to speak, of various daughters of the ubiquitous French, Italian or Spanish grape.
Today, much older and medically incapable of surviving such temptresses, I confess to finding that mythical quantum of solace in "amateur" photography, under the influence of Mr Moriyama taught me that in matters of the soul, it's what brings you pleasure that counts, and not what others expect you to do and find delightful.
I therefore confess to the enjoyment of spending lots of time playing with non-essentials such as changing perfect iPhone rules of focus, when duty tells me I should, instead, be industriously varnishing terrace shutters already neglected last year. Guilt, guilt, who needs it. ;-(