I saved this photo op taken on Sept. 22nd for last. Blossoms are withering now, hummers departing. There was nothing I could do to change the lighting situation. I was backed into a holly bush, thorns penetrating my denims. What counted was that the hummer allowed me to share in this private moment. She knew I was watching, but she tolerated my presence. In my mind and heart the hummer is a gigantic treasure.