I see a small orange rowboat. The gentleman rows standing up, ferrying people back and forth from this breakwater. He starts at 6:30 am and finishes way past sunset. Everyday.
On the rooftop a few buildings over, there are two baby gulls whose parent comes to feed them. They are exercising their wings, not ready to fledge yet.
And the amazing Swifts fly in all day long feeding their babies, well hidden under the roof gutters next door. (See Wm’s video)