Plant with paper and some pencil

He woke up, day 286, the torment continues.
Another photograph to get.
It's Sunday, nothing happens on Sunday.
He lit up his first potato scone of the day.
There must be something I haven't photographed in this one shot town he thought.
He drained his green tea.
There's the 'Chippy' .
But that doesn't open on Sunday!
Damn!
The beach?
Please god, not another shot of the beach.
An amusing artefact?
Get a grip man, you know you don't have any.
An amusing, allegorical scene rendered in photoshop?
I don't think so, not enough props or animals in the house.
He dragged himself upstairs.
It was staring him in the face.
Art and nature.
A mono shot and it'll look mean and moody.
No way, did one of those already.
Just take the bloody shot and get it over with he muttered under his breath.
OK, OK, I'm taking it now!
Hours later he sat in front of his computer.
He lit up his last potato scone of the day.
Another title to come up with.
Shit no!
Just say what you see.
OK.