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The danger of the past was that men became slaves. The danger of the future is that men may become robots.


High winds have a tendency to make the surface of the water do unexpected things.

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Diederick Wijmans said…
so...slaves again!!
Beautiful water surface.
24 January 2009 at 02:17
KL said…
Hi Kris,
What sort of camera do you use to take this pictures? Digital-SLR? Or plain digital? Thank you.

Almost all your pics are always stunning
24 January 2009 at 04:34
Kris McCracken said…
Blognote, slave or robot? What a choice!
24 January 2009 at 05:22
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I took these using a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-H50, which does a pretty good job of bridging the gap between point and shoot and D-SLR.

I know that with this particular shot, I was experimenting with the manual settings.
24 January 2009 at 05:26
Anonymous said…
If your old and you have a pacemaker installed but don't know how to turn on a computer, what side do you belong on?
24 January 2009 at 05:33
Kris McCracken said…
P.com, I guess that you have to join the ranks of the living dead!
24 January 2009 at 05:41
G. B. Miller said…
Excellent photos.

I can see why you really didn't want to work, with all the excellent weather you're experiencing.
24 January 2009 at 11:10
Kris McCracken said…
Georgie, I wouldn't really want to work whatever the weather was like!

Bills to pay, blah blah blah... :(
24 January 2009 at 19:23
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