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Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.


Here you can see Ez and myself looking suitably tired this very morning. Henry and Jen had a mother and son morning, while Ezra and I stayed home to do some autumn cleaning and grumble about the declining fortunes of the Latvian industrial economy.

To cheer ourselves up, we later went out and purchased one gross of rusks, a terrabyte of hard drive, a sausage and a bloody great pencil.

Seriously, the pencil is a foot long.

Comments

Roddy said…
Looking at the picture, one would almost be inclined to think that Ezra and yourself are related. The resemblance is amazing.
What has happened to the baby that I brought home from the hospital last July?
You and Jen certainly know how to breed fast growing children.
I'm almost speechless.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Ez never stops eating, so it is no wonder he is big.
Roddy said…
Hey dad, I'll race you to the camera!
Sue said…
I think each generation in the family since ours has been bestowed with the 'tall gene', Roddy.
Kris...Ezra is just more enchanting every time I see him.
KL said…
This is absolutely hilarious picture....rofl........what father and son competing about who can make the grumpiest face :-D? Geez...this pic should be entered in some sort of photo competition or caption competition
Anonymous said…
Kids are like that. Once they get a taste for good food and like it.
Wow, how did you get Ezra to pose like that? That is a great picture funny but in a serious sort of way. My mom said they only way to get us to eat her cooking was to get us good and hungry, then we'd eat pretty much anything!
Kim said…
You both look delish in this shot, but Ez looks like he's getting more sleep. Perhaps the effect of aforementioned neighbors whose speaker wire should be ripped away and thrown in the drink before another weekend approaches. Just catching up with your posts and enjoying my Sunday coffee. Quite a pleasant combo. Laughing and pondering, and enjoying the photos,
-Kim
Candie said…
Wonderful picture and expressions here!
Hallam said…
You (Kris) really look like your father in this one.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he would have won yesterday morning.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, good diet is the answer.
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, Ez likes pretty much everything. Henry, not so much...
Kris McCracken said…
Evening Light Writer, Ez doesn’t so much pose as simply be...
Kris McCracken said…
Kim, Ezra definitely won the sleep contest that night.
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, tired boys, we were.
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, that’s just about the cruellest thing you’ve ever said to me, and that’s quite a list!
Babzy.B said…
I think that if you hadn't been tired the shot would have been less interesting , great portrait of dad and son ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, tired very much captures the father/baby dynamic.
lemon said…
axaxaxaxa, nice day you had, you two!!!
KL said…
Who told you that you have won!!!!!!??????? No one can beat Ezra in anything. You go there, Ezra :-)...
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, it was a good day, all things considered.
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, and all on the timer!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I make the rules.
yamini said…
Awesome shot!!!! seriously. Ez resembles u very much.
The concept of the photograph is interesting.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Ezra is strikingly handsome, I agree!
yamini said…
Ha ha ha!!! u remember a certain word called "humility" lying somewhere in a dictionary??? I think not.. ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, humility is for the meek.

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