The making of
A few minutes later, this one. Same patch of tickseed, wings tilted in just so against the bright yellow. What stays with me, looking back at this morning, is how unafraid these delicate creatures were. They didn't flush when I leaned in close. They just kept feeding, kept being themselves. When you build a place that's safe and full of what something needs, the fear fades. It just gets on with the business of being alive. I think that's the lesson of the day - the kind of small philosophy you only stumble onto when you aren't even looking for it.