Pastel, 9x12 on Wallis
As the tide comes in, the gulls often wait at the edge of the wave ready to grab any morsel of unwary fish that comes. They seem almost made of stone until the moving tide encourages them take wing. The sense of quiet and unhurried patience of the gulls belies the breaking waves only a few yards away.The "original" that was posted yesterday bothered me - it was somehow incomplete. Decided to add the sanderling and change the title - now the picture tells a story.
