When beautiful gets ..boring?

The Sierra is in a state of grace at the moment, almost daily fresh snowfall, cold temps, no sign of the dreaded rain that is so normal in Guadarrama, a world of white.. Some days it’s so beautiful it almost hurts. Photographs cannot describe the totality of perception and sensation that you experience when you are out there. Of course the weather has been pretty rough some days, above all when the furious North wind attacks, but even those days seem to have more than their fair share of beauty. I have countless images similar to those in previous posts..this morning it almost seemed pointless to me to go on taking photos..even boring. Is that possible..can beauty become boring?