Make no mistake, I'm fully aware of my privileged existence on this earth plane (plane of existence, not flat earth). And, believe me, I'm good with it. Totally. The thing is, there are still plenty (mostly?) of boring moments, even in the life of a fortunate, first world human. And I don't particularly feel the need to turn my experiences up to eleven with photography. Epic, schmepic. It was a trivial, decaying little dock constructed with little care decades ago. I happened to be standing there on a quiet, beautiful morning.
