Summer's End -- Man at Foster Ave Beach, Chicago

there's something reflective and wistful about this picture, maybe our man standing alone considering the moving blur of onrushing water has some to do with the feeling... Summer's do indeed end but the flip side are the wonderful winter photographs that will soon show up in our monitors!

Always me and Carlos. We seem to be locked into your view of the world. In a sense it's an odd picture from you, free of the enclosing geometry of the city but the view of humanity remains that of a visitor viewing things on this planet for the first time It's like this man has suddenly coalesced in front of you into an entity resembling a beach goer. I'm not sure what we'll see when he turns around, what kind of being this really is. You have endowed this human form with a feeling of great power and potential held in check for only the briefest time.

And me, Jack....  :-) (OK, I admit, not leaving half as much comments as I'd like, but the intent is there...).

It indeed is the odd one, this photo. Not just for colour, or seaside rather than downtown, but there is something fleeting dream-like about it. A Lensbaby-like effect with selective focus, that pulls us in, but in a haze. His posture is to me ambiguous (and hooray for that); it's either a introvert reflection on the end of summer, of something more on the edge of going massively wrong. I cannot pinpoint why, but there is something threatening about the scene, like that moment in a horrormovie when the strings start.

There is something to this photo. The motion-blur and whitecaps frame and hold the man while at the same time they seem to pull him out into the sea. The black mark on his back has a "place", yet, I find the white spot (a seagull?) a bit distracing. Otherwise: "+1" to the gentlemen's comments above :-).

Count me in as a fan of this one. I like the perspective here, from just below the level of the man, almost like a child's view.

There's something about this shot that feels as if it is seen through my very own eyes, not a view seen and interpreted by a photographer. 

Amy