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If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.


Here's a close up of a knot on a tree in the park. It was right at the top of the tree, but I had no need to climb it. Such is the power of the zoom!

Here are five unimportant facts about me:
  1. I am 193 centimetres tall.
  2. I am considerably younger than my olddear wife. It is something like THREE months.
  3. I like lists.
  4. I hate Katherine Hepburn. I find her a ye olde version of Nicole Kidman, and I rank Nicole Kidman right up there with spinal meningitis.
  5. I am going to the beach right now.

Comments

Sarah Lulu said…
How could you possibly compare Katharine Hepburn with Nicole aaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Katharine wrote me such a sweet letter once ...I simply addressed her a letter c/- New York City and she got it and reponded. She had SUCH class.
I hate Katherine Hepburn. I find her a ye olde version of Nicole Kidman, and I rank Nicole Kidman right up there with spinal meningitis. :-O

huh?!?...Personally, I appreciated actress Katherine Hepburn, acting style...
(Thanks, to my mother, who pointed out The Great Kate wonderful independence, unique acting style and wonderful speaking voice to me.)
...more so, than I do actress Nicole Kidman.Therefore, I do have to agree with you Kris, about actress Nicole Kidman's acting ability.

Kris said,"I am going to the beach right now."That is right! Kris,...run to beach after the statement above...about that "one certain actress."

DeeDee :-D
I hope that you and your family have a pleasant Memorial Day weekend too!
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, that is great that she replied. She's still annoying, however... ;)
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I find Ms Hepburn like De Niro, a bit of a one trick pony. Her accent is annoying and she gets on my nerves.

Perhaps I am cruel in comparing her to Ms Kidman though. Maybe Paris Hilton would be fairer...
Babzy.B said…
Nice close up ! Have a good time at the beach :)
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, it was okay, Henry dawdled a bit and Ezra tried to bury himself in the sand.

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