Gulls are everywhere. Gulls are a dime a dozen. They’re not special. They’re not particularly beautiful. They’re not evocative. Gulls are a waste of time. I don’t shoot gulls.
The only statement above that’s even partially true is the first one: they do seem to be almost everywhere.
Meet Spot. Spot is a Western Gull of a certain age who hangs out in the vicinity of Tomalas Bay in California. Spot was given his name by the owner of a vacation house we rented on a recent weekend.
The information book in the house said that Spot has been hanging around for many years, charming guests out of treats. Years? We looked it up: Western Gulls commonly live fifteen years and can live up to twenty-five years. Clearly Spot deserved respect. And a treat.
Since gulls are scavengers, we figured a few oyster crackers wouldn’t hurt. He readily agreed, as my wife made the offering.
A few weeks before, I was shooting brown pelicans near Monterey when this gorgeous gull swept by (sweeping my attention as well) and did a dramatic fly-by in front of a breaking wave. Backlit. Spectacular.
A little more than six months earlier we were marveling at Fur Seals on the Otago Peninsula on the South Island of New Zealand when this graceful Black-Backed Gull glided by, framed by creamy clouds. Yeah. Right. Gulls aren’t evocative . . .
(Nikon D850, Nikon D500. Tamron 24-70mm f/2.8 G2, Tamron 100-400 F/4.5-6.3 Di VC USD, Nikon 200-500mm f/5.6 ED VR zoom.)