Colibrí

Location: Balboa Park, San Diego, CA

Date: April 2011

I once read that in Mayan legend, the hummingbird is actually the sun, playing charades and cloaking himself to court a beautiful woman, who of course as we all know is the moon. Upon arriving at Balboa Park, I habitually lose my full attention to commonly admirable commodities. A garden thriving in Spring time is quite often a place of peace and quiet, so silent and soft in fact that I could hear the roses sing beautifully. As an amateur photographer, I commonly walk up to the rose stare closely, I perceive to the petals and gaze at the sight of its veins. "Veins in the petals?" I think to myself. I stare at my own forearm and notice a burgeon pulse in my veins almost as if I was carrying my very own beating heart in my forearm. With the my apprehension I have on veins, I proceed to interrupt the flow of sweet nectar to the petals of the rose and partially tare half a petal off. The rose then began to bleed its fragrant nectar on my fingers. Upon studying the flow of the rose's blood running through my fingerprints, a curious petite hummingbird floats and penetrates the mouth of the Rose. As quick as a hummingbird's metabolism, I lift my budgeted digital camera and snap a beautiful shot of a very intimate moment in nature.

SIde Note: I have named this photograph "Colibrí," meaning hummingbird in spanish.