Being in the professional practice of creating, preserving, managing, and enhancing outdoor spaces, and knowing that a good understanding of human psychology is as much necessary as having pure talent, it is common knowledge that 11 out of 10 people prefer the sight, sound, touch and taste of water in their everyday life.

With this statement, I mean something a bit more intimate in our romance, longing and preference for the sight/sound/sensation comfort of water…something other than the shower, brushing your teeth, or a toilet flush.

With me lately, that watery attraction has been to the lake (Lewisville Lake to be specific). I don’t get wet, nor fish, nor boat. Occassionally I will venture down a narrow dirt fisherman’s path on foot, but mostly I stand on the shoreline or stay put in my truck listening to barely audible Spanish guitar music, a Jon Schmidt piano, or some New Age tune from Ryan Farish that soothes and relaxes (and makes me think weird things and fall asleep) and take in whatever the lake chooses to offer.

You know the water in a lake doesn’t make much sound unless a strong wind laps waves against the shoreline, or a fury of storm water is released from the bowels. Mostly a lake is quiet, allowing others to make the sounds we hear and see. Go take a listen sometime!

So what’s up with me and lakes these days?

Just this commotion showing I’m not always alone in my visitations: