I went outside to get some photos of the moon. I heard a hummingbird buzzing right behind me, the sound of its wings so close I knew it was only several inches from my head. I turned very slowly to try and not frighten it. And there it was, hovering, so near I could see its endearing gaze. It flew a few feet away to sit on a pinon branch. There it started to preen, ruffling its feathers all up until each one lay perfect in every tiny spot where they grew. I had time to find his sitting spot with my camera lens, focus upon him, fine tune, and then he seemed to smile right at my camera. I was so giddy, and I thanked him very much. He flew right toward my head singing a song then flew off into the twilight sky.
Moon Song
Last night I sat outside to watch the moon rise. I heard nature buzzing, louder as it got darker, the song seemed to chase the clouds away. The moon was shrouded while the sky was a dusty blue. As the dark of night set in, the sky turned black and the moon shined bright.
I am loving the last flowers of summer, the time when the moon rises, how earth feels on bare feet cool and wet after rain, the neighbors goats talking, and grey and white wool knitted together. It strikes some sort of chord that I cannot really describe. Almost as if those things, when finally experienced all together, lift the veil themselves.
A Curious Visitor
Walking With Dog
Hummingbird Moth
I could not stop after my first tiny film, so I’ve made four more! My goodness. I have always loved to take photos, but being able to capture the moment in more than one still piece is something that is so exciting to me! The process is incredibly intriguing—the simple, meditative exploration of what is around me, documenting it into clips, and then cozying up to the computer and putting it all together to make a story. I think it is dawning on me that this may very well be the method I will most like to use to tell stories. My venture into it has that much of a spark, alighting all the creative ways that forge fire.
This photo is a still of a hummingbird moth I filmed this evening. These ethereal, flitting creatures are very busy, and do not visit for long periods of time. They buzz the sweet blooming flowers for mere moments—only long enough to make your heart leap—and then they disappear. But this one stayed. For a time that, in moth hyper-time, was a large piece of its life. I was so grateful to be able to preserve that magic and share it with you.
Sweet dreams ~~