As those who follow my work might know, photography is not only my work, it’s often a soothing therapy. A frequent spot I particularly like is the lake at Murphy Park, just a little over a mile from our house. The variety of birds, in the skies, and on the lake’s surface, continue to enthrall. Many of the locals are not too fond of many of these creatures. As I understand it, some leave the lake and begin nesting in neighborhood trees, creating a bit of a mess, they say. So far, that hasn’t been a problem where we live. Honestly, it would have to pose a serious health threat before it would bother me anyway. Watching the birds soar, then gather at the lake, is a balm for the soul. Also, they apparently leave this area as winter approaches. I’m willing to take in their therapeutic value for now.