“The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.” Sylvia Plath
Holding time...
"Alex’s photo session in our house and garden this summer was an absolute pleasure. She brought out the best in all of us. We will treasure the window she has created into a moment in our lives forever. Thank you, Alex." Emily Tearle