Day Seventyfour: Cliches?

First of all, I am visiting my mother and see a lot of dandelion flowers all gone to seed in her yard. I want to photograph them. But, aren't they a cliche? Have they not been photographed to death? Well, I shoot them, position one in front of the Sun. Snap, snap. A couple of hours later I am in Alexandria Bay, checking out potential venues for playing my guitar. So, I am walking around and spot these shadows on the wall. Another cliche? Is it? Shadows, red bricks. Nice light. What's a photographer to do? I shoot it.