Seagulls

“The bird stood alone with its head darting to and fro and delivered a harangue of guttural squawks into oblivion for no one and everyone to hear. I stood on misshapen cobblestones 150’ below, listening for a while and understanding nothing but a hint of the spirit in his cry."

A zine dedicated to the prehistoric bird that thrives at the threshold of sand and sea.

• All words and photographs by me
• 36 pages
• A6 · 4.1 × 5.8 in
• Printed on 80lb uncoated paper
• Saddle-stitch binding