The cormorant dries in the sun

"The Cormorant in the Throne of the Sun"
 On a worn tree trunk, shaped by time and tide, the cormorant sits enthroned – with its wings folded but its soul open. It lets the sun’s rays warm its plumage, drying the remains of the ocean’s depths, as if it were a ceremony in silence. In the background, another cormorant rests, like a shadow in consideration, while the water plays blue tones around them. A pause in eternal movement – where the simplicity of nature turns into poetry.