Let's take a trip back to the summer of 2009. I had recently returned from a failed attempt at moving away from Portland- failed because apparently distance does indeed make the heart grow fonder. I missed this wet and ridiculous city. I wanted it back as soon as it was in the rearview. The Portland I returned to was not quite the Portland I left six months earlier. Friends had moved away, and more were planning to leave. I was about to be living in a city of acquaintances, fake friends, and ex-boyfriends.
This sounds kind of terrible but it was really the best thing that could have ever happened. I started doing stuff that I had always loved doing... Exploring, taking little adventures with Jake, taking pictures, really truly appreciating this amazing place where I lived.
The more little adventures I took, the more I wanted to take. The more things I saw, the more I wanted to know what they were. I've mentioned the Osprey at Kelley Point Park before. It was one of the first birds that just blew me away- not only was it a gorgeous bird, but how the HELL had I never noticed one before?
Deschutes River, September 2009
I had always wished I had some kind obsession. A passion. Something I just loved. Dudes I dated were obsessed with their bands, or taking apart motorcycles, or taking apart amps (ok that was all the same dude, but you get the idea). I never really had that. But as I kept up my adventures, my photos were starting to shift focus... Less photos of Jake, more photos of birds. I think you can see where this is going.
One day in November of 2009 I discovered Force Lake. I only learned it existed because my normal shortcut to Kelley Point Park was closed, and the detour took me by the lake. I loved the little stone walls and the fact that no one else was there. I clearly remember watching a blue heron fly across the lake and taking its photo...
I remember that moment. That was when it clicked: holy effin crap (that's the edited version), I found something I love. I loved the birds, I loved taking their pictures, I loved exploring new places and finding these seemingly magical and secret spots. I was hooked on the whole thing.
A week later I started this blog. I wanted to remember these places. These birds. Look up their names and learn what they were all about. Share them with my mom, who always loved birds.
I had no idea what would come of this blog. I had no idea anyone would ever read it. That I would actually make friends because of it. That I was becoming a giant freakin bird nerd and there was no turning back...
So what's up next for i used to hate birds? FOUR MORE YEARS! FOUR MORE YEARS! Yeah? Maybe. Who knows. I've learned a lot from this thing, why not learn some more?
Lastly, I want to say thanks to you all. You've made this journey a pretty fantastic one. High fives all around. You guys rule. Cheers!