Becoming a bird lover is not something I saw coming. Bird watching was and is my parent’s hobby and being the defiant eye roller that I was as a kid, their mention was met with my annoyance and subsequent vanishing act. I was a toot. There really is no other explanation.

I am an artist and express myself through different mediums. I like to ingest the art of others — collect, ogle, share what I can. I am not a critic. For one, I don’t have a trained tongue and have a hard time communicating what speaks to me and what doesn’t. I can tell you if something feels askew or makes my eyes sparkle, and that’s where it ends.