A hummingbird hangs nearly upright in the air, beak lifted into a spray of coral-pink blossoms, its wings a soft blur at its side. Against the deep green shadows of the garden, the bird and flowers glow as if lit from within.
The pose is everything here: a body suspended almost vertically, perfectly balanced in a moment of feeding that lasts only a heartbeat. It is a small feat of grace, the kind of quiet acrobatics that happens all around us, mostly unseen.
