Though it’s still April, we’re already dealing with what will soon become May gray. It’s that pervasive marine layer that characterizes spring and early summer here in Southern CA. But we really can’t complain. The weather is mild and the ocean always welcomes.
Today I noticed the royal terns hanging out on the beach. Before I knew what they were, I called them Groucho Marx seagulls. They have big dark eyebrows and a bright orange beak. Distinctive, distinguished, comical.
Today poem is a Haiku…short and sweet.
Groucho Marx eyebrows
atop orange beak and white wings
shore birds entertain
©Douillard
Thinking Through My Lens 
Am I to hover,
always above water lines?
I reflect, to fly
— Kevin, fascinated by the clarity of the birds’ reflections on water
I love the shine of water on sand at the beach…a sort of imperfect mirror that changes with the light. Maybe one of the reasons I love the low tide.