(My) photo of the day

There is no need to go to work today because it's Good Friday, so I've dug into the thousands of photos we've taken over the past year to find one to put on the blog that might reflect life in Hobart.

I've chosen this one taken in November, on a warm Saturday afternoon spent shifting a very large pile of rocks from one side of our garden to another, only then to decide that I didn't like the way it looked and shifting them back again. All great fun, I can assure you.

Anyway, Henry spent most of the time in a observational capacity, offering a little advice here and there. I offered him the shovel to help out, and took this picture of him contemplating a life of manual labour. I think that it was at this point he decided that 'benevolent dictator' might be more up his alley!

Comments

Anonymous said…

A nice photo: the lines horizontal and vertical and then the cute little boy with the too big shovel.

21 March 2008 at 09:42

Col said…

Brilliant! And hilarious! I don't know where you get the inspiration for this kind of thing, but I wish I could get it too. I find i'm too tied up in messing about with my mates to get anything really serious (but fun) done. Good on you!

21 March 2008 at 11:23

The D in D & T said…

Henry is absolutely gorgeous - those cheeks!! :)

22 March 2008 at 02:25

Mary Stebbins Taitt said…

An absolutely wonderful photos, very sweet and cute, and a funny little blurb to go with it! :-D HAPPY EASTER!

22 March 2008 at 09:28

Nihal said…

So cute baby Henry, pure and innocent:) May God be with him always.

22 March 2008 at 22:47

Kris McCracken said…

He is work shy though, and prefers to try and coast on good looks alone!

27 March 2008 at 08:26

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