I spent two clear mornings above San José tracing one hummingbird with a wax pencil on the aircraft window. From the road it was nearly nothing, a brown incision among stones; from the air it became a decision held for fifteen hundred years.
Distance makes the drawing legible
The best lines are not decorative. They are instructions to move the eye across silence, past trapezoids, mountain shadows, and scraped gypsum that catches the sun before noon.