I met the King of The Beach in New Hampshire, a proud creature who followed me up and down the Boardwalk, eyeing me hopefully and suspiciously at the same time. I thought he was about to fly down and check my pockets, but we traveled together the length of the Boardwalk before I asked him permission to photograph him and he puffed himself up and strutted like a peacock and agreed to pose as long as I shot on his right, his good side.

He is, he told me, the Admiral Of The Gulls, the big cahuna of the beach. He carried it well and posed proudly for me.