We went to the beach here in San Diego last evening.
I became fascinated by this lone bird. I don’t know what kind of bird it is. I could look it up. My mom would know.
But he… or she… was so stately, so elegant.
But also very busy looking for food.
Not the worst life a bird ever had.
But a lot of work. A whole, lonely little shore life going on.
A lot of pacing back and forth, and wading, and peering.
Oh sure, there were other birds. Lots of seagulls.
A flight of pelicans.
One lone floating pelican.
But I kept coming back to this bird.
Pouring My Art Out 
When I visited Panama City, Florida in 1995, I spotted a group of pelicans calmly sitting on the water several yards from shore. I was closer to the beach and just watched them for the longest time. I had never seen pelicans in person. Very mesmerizing and therapeutic.
I love them. They swoop over the waves, lengthwise, in long lines, popping up over the crests and back down.