“In this delicate and unpredictable life, the future is unwritten. Do not take someone for granted today, for once tomorrow dawns upon the indigo night the only remaining trace will be tracks in the sand…”
― Virginia Alison
I really appreciate this wonderful, short-lived spring blossoms. The burst forth quickly in mid-April, bloom brightly for a few days and then are gone, a mere memory of the first warm days of spring.
Because of their brief beauty, I make a point of seeking them out every year, hoping to capture the spirit of this beautiful plant.
They are quite unique, as they emerge from the ground as small tube-like plants and then open up their green ‘capes’, revealing the delicate white flowers inside. It’s almost magical to me. I hoping to get back out again for a few more images before they fade, as the poem above, leaving only a faint trace of their existence.
Tamron SP AF 90mm f/2.8 Di Macro 1:1 (272ENII)@90mm
1/125 sec, f/16.0, ISO 400