A Windy Day

My last post depicted a crisp morning in the mountains.

Down by the ocean, however, it’s clearly a windy day.

The kind of day where the seagulls don’t have to use a single wingbeat.

They just float steady in the air, making small adjustments for all the gusts of wind.

Below them the waves come crashing into the rocks, letting out a roar before spraying tiny droplets on to shore.

A day like any other day along the coast.

I hope you like the painting.

And I hope that you’re having a good day!

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