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

Mad as hell

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