Dawn at Murphy Park

As mentioned on occasion, photography is a form of therapy in my world.   Lately, it’s also something to do when sleep doesn’t overtake my senses.   This morning, Sunday, was one of those times.   As so often happens when we age (or at least men, I’m not so sure about women), a trip to the bathroom in the wee hours is common.  When the sleep cycle is interrupted, sometimes I’m just awake for the duration.  Rather than toss around this morning, I quietly got up about 40 minutes before dawn, grabbed the cameras, hopped in the car and drove about a mile, to Taylor’s Murphy Park, to watch the birds.  In a nutshell, this post is the outcome of today’s therapy visit.   Dawn came at 7:01.  These photos are taken a while before that, then for about 45 minutes afterward.   Two other photographers were there, presumably to photograph the rookery, in the middle of the lake.  The rookery, however, is a pretty busy setting unless conditions are just right.  They were not.  Best of luck to the other photographers, whatever their goal.