This will always be a satisfying image in a compositional sense, with the splashing water in tight focus with the leaping seagull backed with a beautiful Pacific Ocean sunset. But my memory of the shoot itself carries a deeper meaning as I recall the birds that kept hanging out on the rocks outside the Coronado Hotel as the tide repeatedly splashed against the shore. It became a comic cycle: the birds would sit on the rocks, the water would come crashing in, the birds would leap up into the air in a panic, then they'd settle back on the rocks again until the next wave repeated the process. I think there's a lesson about human nature in there somewhere.
