I never thought a few early morning walks, a photo here, and a photo there would spark an old passion. It started with inspiration. A couple of duck paintings. Then a painting of the beautiful Purple Gallinule. Somewhere along the way, something changed. Now I catch myself watching every head nod, every wing flap, every careful step, and every movement of a single bird or an entire flock. The funny part? I’m not a bird watcher. I’m just someone who found inspiration in nature. Sometimes all it takes is slowing down long enough to notice what’s been there all along. For me, birds have become more than something flying overhead. They’ve become a reminder to observe, appreciate, and create. Who knows where this journey will lead next? Maybe another painting. Maybe another story. Maybe just another quiet morning with a camera in my hand.