Screw Epic

We had just finished watching a television program last night when my wife alerted me to a wonderful view of the full moon. It was indeed stunning, so I grabbed my camera with the 600mm f/11 lens attached. I had purchased this lens used a year or so ago for less than $500. I walked outside the kitchen door and made a series of handheld exposures at f/11. Then I held the camera by my side and enjoyed the moon for a moment. I didn't need to travel to an exotic location to get something epic. Seems, I'm turning into an anti-epic photographer. 

Epic, Schmepic

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.