s e c r e t p l a c e s

Was I sought or did I seek the clandestine of silence amongst the forrest and snow for my eyes to transfix themselves, while the fragrance of the lingering evergreen swept me away.


Tucked away from prey, hidden amongst dense leaves and branches, securely hatched in spit and collections, are two baby hummingbirds struggling to survive in the wake of their mother’s death.