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I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.


Yes, that's right, Henry climbed all the way up this slight incline mound hill mountain all by himself.

He had plenty of motivation. Word on the streets that some old hag pop princess Madonna was spotted in the Lindisfarne area trying to buy stray kids. Given my keeness for early retirement, he better hope that I don't run into her.
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yamini said…
How cruel?? Would you actually do that????

Henry, dnt worry, you can come over to India anytime. :-))

The title of this post is beautiful. I wish I could reach that state of enlightenment!!!!
The photograph is awesome, as usual. Henry seems to be turning out new expressions with each new snap.
And if I may say so, I see him growing into a very Mature, "DOWN-TO-EARTH" and sensible guy, unlike some of us. And, ohh, I forgot to mention, handsome, with killer-looks...
22 May 2009 at 21:30
Candie said…
This is a really cool pic!
23 May 2009 at 07:43
G. B. Miller said…
Ahhh...the pleasure of green.
23 May 2009 at 09:50
Unknown said…
I love the humour, we all know that you would never sell your kid to Madonna!!! No matter how much he begged. :-p
23 May 2009 at 11:05
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, if he doesn't pull his socks up!
23 May 2009 at 15:37
Kris McCracken said…
G, there has been quite a bit of rain of late.
23 May 2009 at 15:37
Kris McCracken said…
Uncertainhorizon, I like Into the Groove, but Madonna is horrible.
23 May 2009 at 15:38
Dina said…
Henry the Hiker.
23 May 2009 at 15:47
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he just helped me mow the lawn.
23 May 2009 at 15:48
yamini said…
He doesn't need to pull his socks up, he looks cute either way and THAT's what MATTERS!!!
25 May 2009 at 20:13
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it is important that a lad's socks are pulled up when requested by his elders.
26 May 2009 at 14:07
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