Gull at Kilcunda Beach Gippsland for Saturday Critter

 

My left knee has decided to slow me down—an uninvited editor cutting movement from my days. So this week I stayed close to stillness, watching rather than chasing, waiting rather than wandering. The body sets its own tempo when it hurts; the world grows quieter when you have no choice but to listen.

I went back through my photographs looking for a critter to post, something lively enough to stand in for the adventures I cannot currently have. None appeared. Instead, I found a sea gull suspended in the amber hush of a Kilcunda sunset in Gippsland—a moment I hadn’t planned to keep, taken while I was really chasing the falling light. The gull was an accident, a white interruption against a sky dissolving into copper and violet.

Looking at it now, I realise how honest that image feels. The bird is neither majestic nor rare. It is simply present, riding the coastal wind with the confidence of something that belongs entirely to the moment. Behind it, the sea darkens, the horizon softens, and the day closes without ceremony.

Injury narrows the world, but it also sharpens attention. I notice the quiet resilience of small things: the rhythm of waves, the way salt air moves through memory, the fact that even an unintended photograph can carry a story forward. The gull becomes a stand-in for motion while I remain still—a reminder that the world keeps moving, and that I will too, eventually.

For now, I hold onto that sunset and its accidental companion, letting the image do the walking my knee cannot.

Sony A7III

Canon 300mm f4 

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