Here’s a thing about boring images: I gravitate towards taking them. For every photo of mine that I think is successfully fraught with meaning and/or interesting composition, I have countless others that are just like hundreds of other photos I’ve taken. They nestle smack center in my comfort zone together. Here’s a few.
From the Czech Republic:
From my home:
From the Poconos:
From now on I’m challenging myself not to shoot at this angle unless it’s absolutely imperative.
I really like these quiet photos, especially the first one.