Pouring My Art Out

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.