Pelican

A movement in the murky mist, lurking over the cemented creek catches my eye; a pelican rests on the rocks amid the rubbish, rustling his wings. I once photographed a pelican as it flew past me, pressing against the wind. It turned, while I spun around madly, straining to keep it centered in my sight; stretching... Later, delighted to discover that my Super Ultra Zoom lens had done the job, I saw the truth of the images: the mystic, awkward pelican could not be confined to Kodak paper. As this pelican preens his wings, I simply watch.