Well I am a happy snapper some days too :D

Other times I will try to put across some feeling in my photography. I don't think it always has to be sense of awe though - no problem with showing other emotions or feelings too.

In this shot I was trying to show the bleakness and emptiness of the place. I'm not sure anyone can really understand this unless they have experienced it.  The huge skies where the clouds are always high and the flatness of the horizon. In all fairness I didn't put all my efforts into this as it was taken on last weekends photo outing.  It is July and there were other boats close by so i couldn't use as wide an angle as I will when I go get this shot again in winter. Not to mention I didn't have the wide lens ;) LOL (Akpe & Vera).  
I chose this boat because of the tatty flags, wind torn, blowing about . The pov was good because it was shot against the light without a polariser so specular reflections and highlights bled all the colour from the mud flats and sky. The image is not desaturated or colours changed ! 
With the wet mud flats reflecting the sky which was more or less featurless and grey it left only my subject as the main point of interest in the image and fortunately this is a cool blue only adding to the bleakness.   
No lead in lines available here but there was a handy anchor chain which is a lead out line from all the detail into the greyness. I reckon you are going to jump straight into the image at that orange flag.  I deliberately chose 50/50 sky land to emphasise the space and distance, - again could have been done better.
I was pleased with the shot though I regard it as more a trial shot for ones I plan to take come winter. This estuary is miles wide with huge skies and featureless mud flats. The wind blows across there unhindered and it can get pretty bleak if the weather turns.

And every one said, 'If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, And they went to sea in a Sieve.

Edward Lear
http://www.nonsenselit.org/Lear/ns/jumblies.html