He ain't heavy, he's my brother

No, it's not a Bill Henson retrospective, just two brave young men out to take on the world with just a smile on their faces and each other for support.

For added measure (and because I happen to like the song very much), I've added the video from the Hollies for your enjoyment below. Oh, the summer of '69, those were the best days of my life! (Or maybe that was somebody else...)

Comments

FRances said…

beautiful photos of the boys and mum of course keep them coming kris as i do lve to see my grandsons.

6 October 2008 at 12:48

Erik W. Laursen said…

Shots like that make me think, "Wouldn't it be fun to have another." And, "My daughter needs a sib."

Anyway.

6 October 2008 at 13:48

Petrea Burchard said…

Thanks for the lovely photo. The pre-MTV film is sweet! And I'd forgotten just how good that song was.

6 October 2008 at 15:23

Jules said…

Another gorgeous photo!!!

6 October 2008 at 15:41

Sue said…

My favourite song... which always makes me think of my darling brother, Ian (sorry, Roddy). Gone...but NEVER forgotten.

And each and every photo of the boys is a delight! They seem to grow more beautiful as each day passes.

6 October 2008 at 17:36

Kris McCracken said…

Mother, I shall try.

Erik, don’t make any decisions rashly! ;) Ezra is lovely though...

Petrea, it is one of my favourites. I do like the gentle awkwardness of the film too.

Jules, gorgeous kiddies = gorgeous photos (most of the time).

Sue, well, Roddy is my favourite of the McCracken boys (sorry Neil).

8 October 2008 at 13:38

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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