About a month or so ago, when I photographed the power plant that is going to be demolished, I walked all around the park across from the plant. I went out on this fishing pier, where a solitary fisherman was not having much luck, it seems. We only spoke a few words - there was a language barrier - but the sense was he only had one or two small fish. Then he packed up and headed back down the pier towards land. I think it took me half a minute to think of taking a photo! Anyhow, as he approached the end, I realized that the best part was this tiny figure at the vanishing point of the pier and railings.
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