so my mother and i were driving through the mountains of southern west virginia, and we decided to drive up off the two-lane highway into one of the hollows. (now: isn't this problematic? we were actually doing poverty tourism.) there were some shacks, dead cars etc, but also beautifully kept little homes. and we got to the end of the road and there was this house with hummingbird feeders and hummingbird-loved flowers all over. and there were dozens and dozens of hummingbirds, buzzing and swarming like bees, one of the wildest of most beautiful sights i've ever seen. it was a kind of work of installation art made by collaboration with the manufacturers of hummingbird feeders and the situation of being embedded in that particular environment. and of course someone's eccentric sensibility and constant care.