It is the end of August. Already some of the trees are beginning to display their fall splendor. A bit too soon for me! I toyed very briefly with the idea of calling this piece: ” Ode to a Hummingbird” but thought that would be a wee bit pretentious. So I settled instead for the more mundane title: “Hummingbird in August”.
It’s been here before this tiny bundle of life and energy. It seems out of place at this time of year in this northern clime; a visitor from a distant, more suitable environs.
Yet, with whirring wings it flits and flashes – iridescent green in the afternoon light. Dancing it seems on invisible currents of air. Its flight pure visual delight.
How do you photograph a humming bird as it flits from flower to flower;
As it dips and dances, reveling as it plays in the shower gushing from the abandoned sprinkler?
Take a picture! Capture the moment the rational mind screams. This could be a photo to remember.
Relax. Enjoy the moment the spirit gently whispers.
Yours is a special privilege. Celebrate!
This is poetry on the wing.
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