Doppelgängers, or just fine lookin’ men?

You will probably recognise the handsome devil on the right, but can you guess the cutie pie one the left?

Comments

KL said…

It was you (Kris) at your younger age!?

8 January 2009 at 12:40

Ann said…

The author himself, I presume.

8 January 2009 at 14:18

Sue said…

I am going to take a wild guess and say.....JEN ?????

8 January 2009 at 16:46

Anonymous said…

YOU ;-)))

8 January 2009 at 20:00

Julie said…

Woody Allen?

8 January 2009 at 21:34

freefalling said…

At first I was going to say - you.
But that blouse looks a bit girly.

I know it is natural to look like your mum or dad but whoa - when you see it like this - it's kinda spooky, right?

Looks like Ezra is holding some kind of "bum" toy.

(gee, i bet you're glad i left a comment)

9 January 2009 at 08:19

Neva said…

I assume it is you....apparently the nuts really don't fall too far from the tree...metaphorically of course!nice photos.

9 January 2009 at 14:19

Mary Stebbins Taitt said…

Is that you? Must be! CUTE!!!

9 January 2009 at 14:48

USelaine said…

Identical! And they both look a bit like Bobby Darin - something in the smile?

9 January 2009 at 15:16

SH -ic said…

both are sweeties

10 January 2009 at 01:56

Kris McCracken said…

KL, Ann, April, Neva, Mary, Elaine and PtW are all correct, the adorable little ragamuffin on the left is indeed me!

Sue, you should know better.

Julie, I consider that a slight on my character.

FF, it was the 1970s man, all flower children and that. Maybe I was just metrosexual before it was all trendy like.

12 January 2009 at 08:41

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. ...

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...

This will hurt me...

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