Drying in the wind.

Drying in the wind
 On a weathered and weathered log in the middle of a still river, two great cormorants rest, as if they are guardians of the desolate landscape. Their feathers shine in deep, iridescent shades of black and blue, and they spread their wings wide to dry themselves in the wind. The rusty, abandoned piece of metal resting against the wood is a testament to a bygone era, a history buried in the eternal flow of the water.
 The water around them reflects a muted sky, creating a calm, almost meditative atmosphere. The cormorants, with their sharp beaks and watchful gazes, give the impression of both strength and beauty – two figures in perfect harmony with nature’s unpredictable rhythm. They stand there as dark silhouettes against the sparkling water, as if waiting for something, or perhaps just enjoying the silence of the moment.