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Salamat for sharing this. The desaturated colors, sharpness, tattoos and expressions convey a powerful message. This is a city scene, not something you would often see in the provinces. It sharpens the cruelty of city life. Truly, as allanbarredo says, a wholly dark drama of daily life. There is no relief or gentleness here.
A worthwhile picture with nice color contrast and good composition.
Nice, warm lighting and good composition. I like the contrast of the green leaves and the red trunk and roots. Focus seems a little soft; possibly could stand some further sharpening in post processing.
Interesting how the cranes on the buildings seem to echo the sails of the boats, almost as if the cranes are regatta pennants. Fading out the buildings is good, but it appears a touch overdone.
Smudges on the lens are the least of it! Just getting your camera back from the crowd of kids that want to see the digital image on the LCD can be a major undertaking. :)
Kids always want to ham it up. Getting natural looking portraits is the really hard part. You have to work with them for a long time to get them used to you and to build up their trust.
Great caption and very funny, even though I do not usually care for potty humor. :)
The light is perfect, the sky well balanced against the artificial lights. The blurring of the cars enhances the picture by adding movement and light.
Monochrome is always more difficult than color -- you cannot rely on changing colors to trick the eye into perceiving that the picture is sharper than it really is. Black and white photos must stand alone, and so I have to admire the person who can make good monochrome pictures.

The PP attracts attention to the man, giving him almost a bronze appearance, while the desatured colors enhance the overall dark appearance. The photographer emphasizes the man as spectacle -- almost a creature in a zoo, and this image is made stronger by the feral look of the eyes. In a great city, surrounded by wealth, he is trapped, almost caged, but the bars are invisible. He becomes us, limited and boxed in, while we are also the photographer, looking in from the outside. We see our two avatars in separate worlds, never able to meet or to quite understand one another, though we are the same being. Magaling!