When it comes to conventional photography by old farts, that segment is pretty much saturated. But there are some young photographers who create new and unique images.
Someone recently posted a link to Lachlan Bailey, son of David. The lead shot was very nice, exactly as his Dad, and many, many others including myself have done during our careers. That it was delightful cannot deny the fact that it and all such imagery today reeks of cliché. It was already pushing it for originality in the 60s/70s because it hadn't been invented then; it just became widely fashionable at that time simply because fashion photographers and thin young women like Shrimpton et al. who suited the genre to perfection, themselves became like rock stars of a pre-download era.
Now, regarding the old farts. I was one of those who, from the day he became employed in photography, never made a photograph that was not intended as a learning step on the ladder of the business. It's why I have a dearth of family photos: they made no sense because the people were all around me all the time. Nobody was gonna die, ever. Just like the mountains, rivers and trees.
I had no interest in looking at or making anything but people shots. With those, I was obsessed, as I was with seeing every possible fashion or reportage magazine or book upon which I could lay hands. That was photography to me, as were many of the sometimes beautiful pictures on LP covers, one of the leading prompts for buying a 6x6 camera.
Trying to distill it, I guess the buzz was all in interacting with goodlooking girls and trying to make them look as whatever my own version of the ideal might have been. That never died, just became impossible to wangle anymore.
Without that desire, what is there? Just the stuff I see around me and am glad I no longer bother using as hopeless substitute. You make the shot, work it up, show it somewhere, and then and sadly - so what? Nothing has been achieved, the Earth didn't move and nobody gave a damn, one way or the other. You didn't even get a cheque back for your pains.
Pointless.
:-) and :-( too.