The Lone Ranger

I really like this 4 frame shots of this lone seagull strolling the beach. Seagull walks, prints on sand, walks on prints disappear, and one last shot of its tailfeather. So grey yeah. I must say there is something abit melancholic about this. How its almost never possible to leave permanent prints on anything. [lets not go into that :( ]See, even the seagull looks the part. Morose, stoic, moodless.


But well, the seagull was just scouting for a accidental tilapia that beached itself on shore. The tilapia that i stung side-fin. "Gee, no luck today. Pffff" Ah, ok that explains the morosity. Morosity, morosity, is there such a word morosity.



Maybe its taken from a misanthropic angle. Not so grey anymore right! Sigh. Beneath all the banality from this side, the photog has captured the melancholy from the other side. And the easy comfort that comes with each detached step. I think being misanthropic and being melancholic both share a similar thread of detachment. Methinks just a different disposition. One angsty, one gloomy. Pretty interesting.


And so it continues to trot on..trot trot trot..:D