The Beachcomber

I am in Chicago this weekend. I envision this photo as a sort of movie poster for a French or Italian existential film. I could never determine what it was it was this gentleman was looking for, and I did not ask. Looking intently down for a good twenty minutes, he did not seem inclined toward conversation, and it was a rather lonely stretch of beach. I did take the liberty to snap a quick shot, though.

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