Little tearns, Kentish plover, Dunlins ... and more people that runs mud in search of a good snack. The little terns always help me, it is fluid work to sketch it, maybe because I admire them, in its forms, its colour, its elegance... and they leave white tracks in the blue sky.
This is what it gave yesterday evening in the Marismas del Odiel.
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