© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com _______________________________________________ These crocuses were really tiny, a few centimeters may be. I used a simple 70 mm lens but enhanced the whole image in Photoshop CS4 afterwards. Several hours of work to get the results I wanted (better focus & details, better colors, better framing...). There is no specific meaning in this image. The main thing I wanted to express when I took the photos is the way fragile little things can appear big and strong sometimes, and beautiful of course. A modest ode to Mother Nature. _______________________________________________ For more information about my art: info@benheine.com _______________________________________________ To Life A poem by Peter S. Quinn I love the tiny little flowers Those that come freshly in spring In the stunning newly hours That newborn summer bring In their colors white and yellow The little seedlings in the snow With their rising saying hello Like first of sunrise glow I love every little bouquet That grows in the garden’s bed And I don’t winter regret With its snowy wingspread Or its darkness in icy cold That nothing will give to wake And no touch of love can hold By moonlight at the lake I love all the little crocuses That shall bring new Ester in When early spring focuses On its shading tints spin With each newly growth of living That dances in freshly gust The earth is again giving To life in new robust