Wasn't meant to be.
One thing that photography does better than any other medium is to elevate the mundane and the everyday - making us look at things that we typically ignore, ordinarily couldn't care less about or otherwise pass by. But a lot of photographs of the mundane are, well, mundane themselves. The photographer needs to make me open my eyes, they need to elevate the ordinary and make it seem extraordinary - this requires a skill that a great many photographers lack. If they can't do this, well, why would I want to look at boring photograph of something uninteresting? This particular skill goes deeper than being able to compose and being technically proficient - it's easy to take an appealing photograph of an interesting and picturesque subject, but not of the mundane.
The oft-derided William Eggleston has this kind of eye, as he shows us in one my all-time favourite photographs: Untitled, Black Bayou Plantation, near Glendora, Mississippi, ca. 1970. It's just a photograph of some abandoned containers - yet Eggleston somehow makes us care about this scene and what's in it. It seems deeply significant, portentful, yet it's just a few lost bottles...