In the beginning the universe was created. This made a lot of people angry and has been widely regarded as a "bad move".

On Sunday, we all went for a gambol down on Howrah Beach. Henry, in his infinite wisdom, felt the need to stop every two metres to take the pulse of every dried up starfish.

It was quite tragic really, there appears to be have been a pandemic amongst the Howrah starfish community. Henry whipped out his magnifying glass and came to a grave conclusion: le mal d'étoiles de la grippe du Havre!

Comments

Dina said…

That is sad, but it makes a really grand photo. Can't blame the boy for being concerned.
In my volunteer days I was once awarded the starfish pin. Do you know the story behind it?

27 May 2009 at 01:04

Maria Verivaki said…

as usual, the title of the post is not associated with the photo
and this particular photo is a mighty impressive one!

27 May 2009 at 02:50

findingmywingsinlife said…

Ah, this post reminded me of the Starfish story as well. I think I posted about my thoughts on the story back in April.

Lovely photo.

27 May 2009 at 05:32

Kris McCracken said…

Dina, does the starfish pin recognise “making a difference” of some sort. Starfish are known for their work in struggling communities!

27 May 2009 at 10:46

Kris McCracken said…

Mediterranean Kiwi, I think that the relationship between the title and the post depends on the angle one is looking from.

27 May 2009 at 10:46

Kris McCracken said…

Findingmywingsinlife, all those dead starfish. It was quite moving.

27 May 2009 at 10:46

yamini said…

The photo is beautiful and Henry sounds very concerned at the fate of star-fishes.

Well in India, we have a famous bridge by the name "Howrah" over the river Hooghly in Kolkata, capital of the West Bengal state (you must have heard of the city).

It is the city where Mother Teresa started her charity work through "Missionaries of Charity" and to which Aussie cricketer Steve Waugh is a regular visitor for his charity works.

The Howrah bridge was built between 1937 and 1943, during the British rule in India.

Nice to see the similarity of names. The world, really, is round....

27 May 2009 at 17:16

Dina said…

LOL Your comment cracks me up!

30 May 2009 at 22:50

Kris McCracken said…

Yamini, the world is smaller than we think!

2 June 2009 at 09:21

Kris McCracken said…

Dina, don't disparage the starfish. They work hard. ;)

2 June 2009 at 09:22

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