A Rose by Any Other Name . . 

Many of these images were born in the quiet of my 5 a.m. meditations among the roses. In that threshold of dawn, when the first light touches each petal, the sculptural strength of the flower reveals itself.

By distilling the abundance of a Tudor garden through the clarity of modern design, I’ve tried to let the old and the new breathe together — a kind of cross-pollination. What remains is simplicity, stillness, and perhaps, something for you to meditate on.