The image of them feeding is faint as they move on and off the pier for their morning feeding feast. I am alone in the early hours. My shutter is wide open. The camera on a tripod. The tripod placed on a plank smelly from the fish filleted there during the daylight hours. The pelicans move in and out of the sea scooping plentiful fish. I sit there marveling in these early morning hours at their efficiency and elegance lifting off, skimming and landing satiated – resting before repeating the process. Santa Monica gleams in the background.