La Jolla sunset.

A perfect evening, the beach was quiet, just the sounds of the birds flying in for the evening low tide, looking for their catch.
The ocean was rolling gently now where earlier the breakers were high and white. As the sun began to set the waves turned an inky purple and the quieter water reflected a silvery lilac in the last rays. The birds were dark silhouettes against the orange sky and their loud squawking was softened by the breaking of the waves on the shore.
The painting needs some more work, more dark details in the water and if I dare risk it, a light pink wash over everything, (should have been done first of course).