I’ve got one that sticks with me – a black‑billed magpie perched on a lone telephone wire in the high desert as the sun was setting. Its glossy feathers reflected the orange glow, the wind rattled its tail, and there was that quiet moment when it looked out over the dunes, as if holding a secret only it knew. That sense of calm, of being alive in a single instant, feels like the kind of story you want to capture in a necklace.