You're gonna need a bigger boat

Sharks have been in the news here in Australia today, another swimmer became breakfast for a Great White, another tried to eat the winning yacht in the Sydney to Hobart race, and some dudes in kayaks got a spectacular home movie to show when the get back to work.

This is the closest I have been to a shark today, and at the moment Ezra's uppers are more of the gummy variety. Don't worry though, there are two little razor sharp beauties coming along nicely along the bottom.

That's the thing about Australia you see, just can't move without bumping into a shark. Or a crocodile. The crocs are a whole other story...

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…

Ezra is adorable...

I loved his toothless smile.

loads n hugs and kisses and cheek pulls from Delhi, India.

28 December 2008 at 20:15

bea's blog said…

☆♥☆
Hei! So glad I found your blog!Will be back! ...have a very good (pen)-pal in Hobart! If you like you can have a look at my site at
www.bea-nype.blogspot.com. Welcome!!!
Enjoy!!
European Greetings
Beatrice

28 December 2008 at 22:29

Debbie Courson Smith said…

Well, this shark is definitely on the cute side, and home movie material-worthy.

29 December 2008 at 02:54

Jim Klenke said…

He is a cutie. Love the smile.

29 December 2008 at 05:29

Sue said…

Gee...I can't believe you can't even see the scar where he had his second head removed! hehehe
Though ...was the tap attached to his head at the same time???

29 December 2008 at 11:13

Benjamin Madison said…

This is a wonderful photo of Ezra. Thanks very much for sharing your children with us. It is a real pleasure to see them growing up on a daily basis. It's also a real pleasure to visit your blog regularly and catch up with what you're doing and thinking. Best wishes to you and your family for the New Year. (I hope your computers recover - mine died about a month ago and has recently been replaced.)

1 January 2009 at 05:36

freefalling said…

All these sharks are freakn me out man!

1 January 2009 at 09:07

Kris McCracken said…

Priyanka, he is getting another tooth now.

Bea, great to hear. Am happy to answer any Hobart-related questions!

Diva, he is less frightening than Jaws, that is true.

5 January 2009 at 11:10

Kris McCracken said…

Jim, just like his father!

Sue, I shall ignore that comment.

Benjamin, I like posting their pictures, it is kind of an online repository for memory, should anything happen. I'm amazed that people are interested!

FF, are there many sharks in Ararat?

5 January 2009 at 11:14

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...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

This will hurt me...

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