Camera Club prize winners, blue ribbon winners from the state fair, photos that made Explore on flickr, trending photos on 500px, and so on, and so on, and so on. I hate them all so much.
How many crisp and clear, pretty, colorful, empty frames of despair can a man stand? The landscapes are so lush and green, with perfect little clouds. The macro bugs are so sharp and colorful. The various pets are so charming, as are the children. It's like visiting an expensive suburb, but not too expensive, with the strip malls all done up with columns and red tile roofs so you hardly notice that they're strip malls with the same collection of Starbucks, Supercuts, Walgreens at one end, CVS on the other, and the funky little indy bakery that's going to go out of business pretty soon.
I haven't the heart to scream at the photographers in question as they accept their accolades, but the whole awful enterprise makes me itch.