I was 32 when I discovered my greatest passion.
But, maybe, it was there all along. On the rugged seaside bluffs of northern California, where I spent Thanksgivings as a child. On the winding mountain roads that I drove as a teenager. In the giant redwood trees that I’d roll beneath on my way to class in college. It was a profound love of birds.
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