Crocus Art

We have just returned from an interesting ramble east. There was plenty of wildlife (including thousands of Sandhill Cranes!) and we were happy to savour a beautiful afternoon with friends and crocuses in the Neutral Hills. The drought and early frosts were hard on the crocuses in that area this spring; only the most resilient have succeeded in thrusting themselves skyward through the tough prairie soil and dry brittle grass.
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Although pale, small and scarred by merciless weather, these hard-scrabble beauties pronounce—as they have for millennia—the end of winter. Using an old manual-focus macro lens, I enjoyed some quality time in the sunshine, on my belly, in the rarified company of these iconic spring gems. 

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