No sweet, creamy bokeh; no deep, saturated colors; no thought provoking, introspective subject. Nope...because this is my view again right now, at 6:30 in the morning. It did not take long for me to develop a deep loathing for this machine. Maybe it was the hidden hose (that someone failed to warn me about) that entangled around the tines and needed a hack saw to remove it. Or maybe it was the time it jerked forward and sent me tumbling into the dirt. Then there was the shard of concrete it flung back into my shin. Whatever it was...I hate this thing and will be glad to be done with it.