I have photographed crocuses many times in the past. I have hundreds of crocus photographs.  I can’t seem to get enough of them. Every year in spring—it is almost the first sign of spring for me—around Easter time I get the urge to go again.  I must be obsessive compulsive.

Why do I do that? Well, I always think I can get a better shot. It is always possible to get better images. I see other images and I want to contribute too. There are always other conditions in which I could photograph crocuses.

For example, this year when I went out the flowers were covered with gorgeous huge water droplets!  I had never seen that before to that extent. I was bedazzled. As a result, they were unlike any I had seen before.

Moreover, this year I had a newer better camera when mine died last year. Perhaps this would help me to get better images? I thought so.

Of course, it is always important not to be overwhelmed by the technology. Never let the technicalities get in the way of the photograph. Ultimately, the technology is not important. The photographer is important. The subject is more important.

The brilliant English poet, William Blake got it right:

“To see a world in a grain of sand,

         And heaven in a wild flower,

         Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

         And eternity in an hour.”

That sums it up. There is a heaven in a wild flower. Every flower is a piece of heaven.

I find heaven down here on earth. I find it in flowers. And birds. And trees. And skies. Heaven is everywhere. I find heaven in forest, on the plains, and even in mosquito infested bogs. If you don’t see it you are not looking. Or you are taking bad advice.