Hanging Out With the Birds

At times, I’m inclined to take photographs for no other reason than it makes me feel good.   That’s not always the case, of course.   Since my field has been photojournalism, it means I’ve had to be a jack of all trades:  a documentary photographer, fashion photographer, sports photographer and hard news photographer all rolled into one.   Heck, managers actually didn’t understand why I never enjoyed courtroom photography.   There’s few things more boring (and often sad) than recording what occurs in courtrooms.    Gladly, I have always been able to find things I like, whether or not there’s a publication home for them.    One of those subjects are the photos presented here, taken in my town of Taylor, Texas, late in the day when the light was behaving nicely.   These photos were  taken on the little lake at Murphy Park.   The lake’s center has an island where various types of egrets, geese and ducks share homes.   The locals, however, haven’t been fond of the egret’s pooping habits.   Nevertheless, I love birds and wish I knew more about them.   They’re glorious creatures, even if they do have some habits we humans don’t like.  I say  to those humans:  tough poop.   They have a right to be here, too.   Our skies are rewarded by their graceful soaring.