"My Tern Yet?"

Pastel on Wallis 18x12

Early in the morning when the tide is out, the gulls and terns stand and wait on the beach - waiting for the tide to move in.

The wet sand casts reflections almost as if it were standing water.  The scraps of foam from the receding tide and the scattered collection of a few shells are the only breaks in the vast expanse of wet.  Terns are divers, so until the tide comes in, there is nothing for them to do but wait their tern.

This lone royal tern seemed to be asking, "My tern yet?"