Sometimes photography is about the little things. Somtimes it is about the big things that make you feel small and insignificant.
Photodude sums it up here:
“But there's a handful of times in my life where I felt the way I did around these Live Oaks; at Monument Valley, Yosemite, Antelope Canyon, the Atlanta Olympics. Places or times of unmatched visual grandeur.
Times that are almost paralyzing, because you find yourself at a place where you can take no bad pictures, and have little hope of capturing all the good ones. Being immersed in a place where you are surrounded by wonderous scenes is both pleasurable and intermittently painful. There's the joy of capturing scenes you love, and the agony of what you know you're missing (there's no way to get them all) or not doing justice to in your compositions, plus the knowledge you may never get back there again. But I dealt with it somehow.”
I can say I had the same feelings about Mono Lake and Alaska and Haleakala and other places I have been and photographed.