Know what? Why should I wait for a glimpse of those mighty eagles in the sky when I can draw them instead? Why should I be obssessed with black birds when there are so many white birds around the beach? Not that it should be white doves. After watching the remarkable movie "Life of Pi" which is a movie that will spin your head because of its spiritual message of survival with true deeper meaning of complexity and it's really mindboggling you can think of so many negative thoughts of what really happened during the journey being lost at sea after the shipwrecked together with those animals left me with something to ponder about. The story could be another Cain and Abel. It could be another ah, nevermind just watch it and think another way to visualize how you can escape from boredom. Weave anything of any idea that can make your friends wonder and wander after all it's just a story of man vs. animals + with added exotic brand new faith and inter-galactic experience of the unknown and how you choose your own God. Which one you believe the reality or fantasy?
How about here as being portrayed on the image above? Which one will you choose for a scenery? The swarm of seagulls white as snow or the quiet girl sitting on the rock beside the panda at the beach?
Oh well, you know the girl and the panda is just a product of my imagination. Of course the seagulls are real. My God! The beach here is filled with these white birds. I feel like a version of Barbara McClintock wanting to feed these birds somewhere else not on the beach. FGS! This lovely beautiful beach should be another beautiful sandy beach Boracay.
Anyway these seagulls are really fun to watch. I enjoyed their stay on the driftwood floating on the water as they watched the movements on the water. If they could only talk.
One by one they flew away and another flock of birds landed on the driftwood. Each one has it turn. The driftwood is sort of a hub, an anchor for their restless soul.
The driftwood's giant roots look like a nest for them to stay, sometimes they are not moving as if plastered there for good until the breezy wind blew them and then they started flapping their wings. It seems like they are an orchestra playing a rhythm of good music. This log acts as a runway for these seagulls. Such wonderful creatures waiting for their lure, dead herring fish or any kind of food for these scavengers.
