I enjoy investigating those things largely left unexplored by other people, and looking for ways to incorporate them into the mainstream. Destruction can be instructive too, and here I have managed to age a model and incorporate a dirty bus wheel.
Good photo opportunities do not need to be sought, they present themselves as part of the normal working day, while achieving a photo that is acceptable to a broader audience often seems to need a hunt for a suitable location.
One could say that I am easier to satisfy because I do not expect wow locations for a good photo, or even sharply focussed or suitably lit images, but that would not be true. I simply get bored with seeing essentially similar images, like that of a flower, sleek car, cute child, pretty young woman or wrinkly old person. I can Google those images in a moment, or simply look out of my window. They attract the eye and are noticed.
I like the ordinary made special by focussing attention it normally does not receive. I also think this has value to our existence, in our everyday lives.
For example, while people seem to enjoy owning cars the daily grind to or from work does not appear to be such a pleasure. What if one could ignore the large goals of getting home, the equivalent of the cute child photo, and instead could take pleasure in the dirty, rusty wheels of a smoky old truck? Or sunshine or rain on tarmac? My cat is fascinated by trucks, the larger the better, and I have no idea why, but they do make the trip to the vets more interesting.
This photo generated several 'I don't get it' comments, without specifying what it is they felt they should be getting. If you look at a picture of a flower, what is it you should be getting? Is it only a feeling of "that's nice!", in which case what are these people feeling if they are faced with things that are not nice, but not nasty either. Is their world grey with bright blobs of flowers and black blobs of pain imposed on it? And if our world is grey, are we aware of it, and does it matter? Well, it seems to matter, judging by how unhappy people become waiting for the next blob of color.