Sea soarer, lot lover

Soar. Your whole body was made to do this. From the lightness of your feathers to your nearly weightless bones. Tuck in your feet and cut your drag. Breath deeply, the air will run completely through you -- even in your bones. Trim your wings. The wind wants to lift you. You can play with it. Let it fill your feathers and push you up. You can tuck you head down at any time. There's a special tie between you and the wind. Brothers. Sisters. Soar mates.

This fellow is one of a flock of seagulls that hangs out at a shopping center parking lot nearby. I was sitting in the car one day and just decided to pull out the camera. They are hard to catch because they are so leary. But from the shelter of my car window I was able to sneak a couple interesting shots.


-- steve buser