SEAGULLS AT THE LIGHTHOUSE

Seagulls. You never know where they're going. Sometimes you see a speck of one, at an impossible altitude, going only heaven knows where.  Closer to ground, you see a herd of them flying like the devil was chasing them all the way to Monterey, maybe they heard a bag of fries hit the sand. You never know.

Sometimes they just blow town and fly over the Sierras to visit Mono Lake, sometimes I see them break it off and decide to spend the day in Milpitas.

This fleeting moment of Monterey Bay history is painted in acrylics on a 5 by 5 inch gallery wrap canvas. Coated with protective varnishes to assure a long and colorful life.