First Crocus of Springby
CitadelComment: This is I think my favorite in this challenge. 10
The technical merits are many, but since I'm poorly qualified to judge them I will relate my subjective impressions.
This blossom evokes in me a mixture of love, admiration, and pity. It is alone and vulnerable, yet enshrouded by some mysterious ethereal veil. It does not boldly proclaim its glory, but has intrinsic beauty, of which it is childishly and mercifully unaware. It is blissfully dependent on its maker for the short period of perfect natural balance in which it must live. One hot day, one summer wind, and it will be gone forever, unless by it's charms it captures your fascination and focus.
Here is the verse I would use to caption this, say on a calendar, or in a framed photo:
"All flesh is as grass,
And all the glory of man as the flower of the grass.
The grass withers,
And its flower falls away,
But the word of the Lord endures forever."
1 Peter 1:24-25