Friday evening, I was mentioning to a librarian friend at the Taylor Public Library that I had to go. Darkness was near and I needed some photography meditation. Or call it therapy. Both work in my lexicon. So I dashed over to Murphy Park to watch the birds at the rookery. Alas, they weren’t getting the job done. However, as I got ready to leave, the sky got my attention. It was misty, somewhat cool night, but dang, that sky looked magnificent…magenta, then orange, a little of both. The tripod came out of the trunk and I began to snap away. The mist occasionally called for a lens cleaning, but it was delightful to see. The light, I think, was coming from areas outside the park. Whatever the source, I was hooked. Finally, after wiping off the camera enough times, I headed on home. In case you feel the need to ask (again), I don’t manipulate. It’s there to see when you see it at the right time. Therapy, friends. Meditation. 













































































