My oldest son got from his grandparents when he was a born a teddybear named Alfred. He was chosen and stuffed with love and he even has a red woolen heart beating inside his now rather worn teddy bear body. Indeed all the teddybears around the world has been very much loved – a safe home when the night comes and it is time to sleep. Someone who will allways protect you agains all evil, especially the monster under the bed.
The other day I found these portraits photographed by Mark Nixon of much loved teddy bears that has now become a book and thought to share them with you. I am thinking to make one of Alfred as well. He deserves it!