Why Not Meatloaf?

This photo was taken within the past two weeks.  I like it because placid water makes for great reflections. The bridge introduces a contrasting shape and some deeper tones into the image while the graffiti on the far bridge wall injects a pop of color and an element of unpredictability into a sedate and structured scene.

I took this photo largely because my camera was on the car seat beside me, beckoning me to make it go click.  My urge to push the shutter was like an addict craving a high.  To me, the photo is technically correct, visually pleasing, and unmemorable.  Upon reviewing it, the photo is pleasing to look at but not for very long because it doesn't connect with me on any intellectual or emotional level. It has nothing to say—but I like it, and I confess to also liking plain white bread.

I have come to the conclusion that every photo I shoot does not have to be gallery-worthy, nor does it have to communicate an emotion or message that great photos always do.  Photography is my hobby, not my livelihood.  My photo is representative of what happens between the photographic droughts and the discovery of magical rainbows.  I like this photo for what it is. It represents a comfortable place in my existence as a photographer where I can enjoy using different gear and experience joy while nonchalantly searching for a photo.  Capturing this scene brings me contentment, knowing every photo doesn't need to wow me or solicit others' approval.  

I would have made a hearty meatloaf rather than a fancy Beef Wellington if this were a food blog.