April 9, 2010
Yes, it’s me with the birds again. In a moment of harmonic stultification this afternoon, when I realized that my ears were so overloaded with chords and notes and rhythms that they could no longer hear straight, I grabbed a popsicle and sat on the waterside deck in the sunshine for a little break. But an amateur, shutter-addicted, photog’s work is never done, and surrounded by so many lovely things buzzing and flying around me, from flower-drugged bumble bees to cutely-mugged chickadees, once the popsicle was out of my hands, my camera was back in them.
It was a welcome contrast, from the thick sounds of the electroacoustic band piece I’m finishing up in my headphones, to those of bird calls and wings flapping around my head. I steadied the camera on my knees and laid in waiting, motionless, on my visual hunt for a hummer in process. And, I captured him.