What is a cliché? If you live in Boulder, the above might fit the bill mightily. Call it “Flatiron Spring Scene, #2,352,739,458,333.
So why can’t I resist framing through the viewfinder and pressing the silver button when I see such things?
Maybe because the scene is never, ever exactly the same?
Yes, the subject itself is repeated ad vomitus, ad vomitus, ad vomitus…but the exact moment–the lingering light, the color and cloud cover, the foliage and flowers–is never repeated.