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The strongest is never strong enough always to be master, unless he transforms strength into right, and obedience into duty.


I just really, really, like this photograph.

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Anonymous said…
It IS eye catching - they're both sooo cute and adorable!

To answer your question on my blog post today, it was inside & yes, there were crocodiles! hehehe
As a matter of fact, two VERY LARGE albino crocs! We couldn't believe how big they were. But space they were in wasn't large enough if you ask me. They barely had enough room to turn around, much less swim around. But, I guess the aquarium people know what they're doing better than I!!!
A wonderful photo of your lovely children accompagnied with such true words!!
Louis la Vache said…
The Official Henry and Ezra Fan Club applauds you for posting this Monochrome Masterpiece!

CHEERS!!!!
It's amazing poetry that show your photos and your words on each of your post.
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Anonymous said…
I like them all, your wonderful photos of your family. And b/w suits this photo well.
Anonymous said…
They are lovely - this is a gorgeous photo. Ezra looks very knowing in this shot - I'd love to know what he was thinking!
Kris McCracken said…
Ms. Hays, I thought it looked like crocodile territory. Henry is a fan of the wee beasties.

Blognote, they are certainly a pair of aces!

Louis, they’ll have to start thinking of a X-mas record for fan club members.
Kris McCracken said…
MurciaDailyPhoto, thanks!

Priyanka, I knew that you’d like that one.

April, B&W did seem appropriate.

Jackie, I’d imagine that he’s thinking about breasts. Like many men, they do seem to occupy his mind quite a bit of the time. I like how he is looking at me, and Henry is looking at Jen who is just off to the side.
Dina said…
I'm running out of superlatives for your kids and your photography.

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