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Il semble que la perfection soit atteinte non quand il n'y a plus rien à ajouter, mais quand il n'y a plus rien à retrancher.


Here is Henry wandering along Seven Mile Beach, on Hobart's eastern shore. He was looking for something, but was not quite sure what it was.

I have a new concept to introduce today, the thirty second poem. It's an innovation sure to take the world by storm!

Perfect

Nobody’s perfect.

Well, there was
this one guy.

But,

I killed him.

He was
making me look bad.
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freefalling said…
Love the photo.

And I quite like the poem.
29 March 2009 at 08:31
KL said…
A beautiful picture - it captured everything beautifully. He was looking for answers to various questions like why does wet sand behave like that as you walk over it, or where do all the bubbles come and why there are all those holes on ground.

The poem is very nice :-D...perfecto...

Exactly how many languages do you know!?
29 March 2009 at 13:53
Diederick Wijmans said…
Perfect, both photo as well as texts!!
29 March 2009 at 17:17
Priyanka Khot said…
Awesome poem, totally floored!

Love Henry's pic as usual.
29 March 2009 at 22:57
Candie said…
That picture is amazing!
30 March 2009 at 00:58
Kris McCracken said…
FF, I am glad. I put a lot of work into both.
30 March 2009 at 08:50
Kris McCracken said…
KL, the beach with a few clouds is always good subject matter for cameras.

With regards to my linguistic skills, I addressed that matter some time ago... [My answer is in the first of the comments.]
30 March 2009 at 08:55
Kris McCracken said…
Blognote, I consider that quite the compliment.
30 March 2009 at 08:55
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he is happy that your support has remained steadfast!
30 March 2009 at 08:55
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, I like it.
30 March 2009 at 08:55
Unknown said…
Wow... the photo is beautiful. One thing I have noticed is that it is Human Nature to beach comb, Little Henry is following his instincts.

The poem was way funny...
30 March 2009 at 14:16
yamini said…
Beautiful combination in the picture, the sun, the sand, the trees and, of course, the star of the show (as ever) Dear Henry!!!, Way to go for him....
30 March 2009 at 15:37
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
The picture is gorgeous, another beaut! SWEET!

The poem is a hoot.
31 March 2009 at 01:06
Kris McCracken said…
Uncertainhorizen, you can't really tell in the photo, but Henry also happens to have his trusty magnifying glass with him.
31 March 2009 at 08:59
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he seems to winning the good folk of India back!
31 March 2009 at 09:00
Kris McCracken said…
Mary, I liked the way this one come out too.
31 March 2009 at 09:02
yamini said…
well with me, he has already won a lifetime guarantee of loyalty, tell him that. I am going to put it in words:

"Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For Him......."

P.S.: Do let me know what he says to that :))
31 March 2009 at 16:27
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, singing Glenn Medeiros tunes to him. Careful!
1 April 2009 at 09:11
yamini said…
But why????
1 April 2009 at 17:44
Kris McCracken said…
There's many a good woman who has found herself in trouble thanks to a Glenn Medeiros tune!
3 April 2009 at 16:41
Tash said…
Big sky with cute boy - enter this in a contest, win mega bucks (or equivalent.)
4 April 2009 at 11:12
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, point me in the direction of the contest and I am there!
4 April 2009 at 19:06
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