I couldn't believe my eyes, but it's as if the morning sky itself wanted to leave a message. When I looked closer at this photograph, I saw not just the two seagulls—one perched, one in flight—but a third presence, faint and ethereal, rising in the golden light like a guardian spirit. I don’t know how it appeared—more than likely a trick of reflection, perhaps something more—but it feels like a moment where the seen and unseen brushed wings. Sometimes, the world offers proof that not everything has to be explained. In that quiet instant, something infinite moved through light and air—proof that wonder still exists all around us, unseen but very much alive.
This photograph feels both haunting and transcendent, as if it captured a visitation from another realm. The ghost-like seagull hovering behind the others invites a stillness that feels almost sacred—a moment where light, memory, and mystery converge. The golden glow of sunrise softens everything, the sea breathes beneath, and that spectral shape lingers just long enough to make you feel the veil between worlds thinning. It’s one of those rare images that suggests nature speaks not just through form, but through presence—seen and unseen.
