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Nature answers only when she is questioned.


...Laughing like drains, Henry and I point out home base, Geilston Bay to Ezra (FYI, it's the second bay on the left of the Tasman Bridge in the photo above). Oh how hollow those boastful laughs feel as I type this now from the discomfort of my hair shirt and shame of my battered pride.


As you can see from Ezra and Jennifer's faces, the scale of nature's response to our hubris was somewhat unexpected.

To be continued...
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Anonymous said…
That is a great photo. Cute kid, happy wife.
2 January 2009 at 12:04
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
They do look happy. I am worried something bad happened . . . ?

(Merry Christmas (belatedly) and Happy New Year!)
2 January 2009 at 14:04
Louis la Vache said…
"Louis" wishes you and your family all the best this New Year.
2 January 2009 at 14:09
Priyanka Khot said…
that is such a nice photo to begint he New Year with!!!!

many many cheek pulls for lil Ezra!!!
2 January 2009 at 15:00
Tash said…
The view is marvelous - I'm going back to look some more. And that's perhaps the most wonderful smile on Ezra that I've ever seen.

Kris - RE your comment - You always distinguish yourself from the crowd.
2 January 2009 at 15:46
Kitty said…
what a smile?! he looks like a kewpie doll.
2 January 2009 at 15:52
USelaine said…
I'll bet you had some spectacular rainbows as consolation, seeing the light over the bay. I love, love, love that geographic overview - you had every reason to be giddy. And I want to know the names of the plants, please.
2 January 2009 at 16:18
Anonymous said…
Ezra is seriously cute!
2 January 2009 at 21:14
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadenaadjacent.com, you should see her angry.

Mary, nothing worse than cold hands!

Louis, thanks.
5 January 2009 at 15:58
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, poor Ezra's cheeks are red with all the pinches and pulls.

Tash, well, shucks...

Kitty, far cuter than a kewpie!
5 January 2009 at 15:59
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, I am waiting on a book from the library to identify those plants. Can you wait a few days?

Tania, I have the photo to prove that statement too!
5 January 2009 at 16:00
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