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Not-so-silent observations that splinter my conversations. Harnessing the steady flow of random thoughts and musings that continuously interrupt my daily conversations. Paired here with my artwork and photographs from recent adventures. Non sequitur (pronounced \ˈnän-ˈse-kwə-tər\)- a response which, due to its apparent lack of meaning relative to its context, seems absurd to the point of being humorous or confusing.

Monday, June 28, 2010


...how to catch a hummingbird...

I was unintentionally eaves-dropping when I heard this curious snippet of conversation. There was a noted silence in our own table's conversation and above the background noise I very clearly heard: "...how to catch a hummingbird..."

It's stuck with me for several days now.

I am wondering what the remains of the conversation entailed?!

Why would you want to catch a hummingbird? Seems truly futile - like trying to catch a stray thought mid-conversation.

How exactly would you go about such a thing?
Entice it with food, a succulent flower to trap it in...
Lure it with sticky sweet nectar or honey...
Hire Sylvester - although Tweety was so much slower and look what happened there...

Hummingbirds are so incredibly fast! It seems a bit like trying to capture the Tasmanian devil.

Would captivity be detrimental to the tiny, high-metabolism creature? I read somewhere they must eat constantly to sustain their hyper-active nature.

I've rarely even seen a hummingbird sit still for more than a moment...

What would I want with a hummingbird? Birds are meant to be set free...

My thoughts run away from me like a flock of hummingbirds! Is there such a thing? They seem solitary creatures, destined for speed not idol companionship.

“You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart
you live in your lips,
And sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space,
that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.”
Kahlil Gibran , The Prophet