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I’m not going to lie to you, I like penguins.

I especially like it when they gather in large groups.

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~tanty~ said…
Oh, beautiful photo. I've never seen penguins in a large groups like this.
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Kris McCracken said…
There are some great picks there too!
Ineke said…
Go see Happy feet the movie, you'll love it
Helen said…
Fabulous picture - do you know which rookery this is?

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EG CameraGirl said…
Where are those penguins, Kris? Tasmania?!
iqpLENS said…
This is a wonderful image. They stretch as far as the eye can see.

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This photo is stunning! Takes my breath away...
Uma por Dia said…
Hi kris i love penguins too! I have answered your question :)
Neva said…
This is awesome...and do go see Happy Feet...I am sure you have seen The March of the Penguins?
Kris McCracken said…
Not my photo, unfortunately. It is a ripper though!

I think that this one was taken in South Georgia Island, near the Falklands.

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