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Seeing a woman's child is like seeing a woman naked, in the way it changes how her face looks to you, how her face becomes less the whole story.


A Mother's Day treat today. Here you can see Jen and Ez all ready to pose for the camera, only to look away at the vital minute as Henry foolishly attempts a backflip somersault (with pike and half twist) from atop Soup 'n Juice in Wellington Arcade just off the Mall in town.

He managed to successfully land the thing, but controversially, the Russian judge knocked off half a point to see the Romanian win the cup.

Happy Mother's Day, especially to the two mothers in my life, who in my humble opinion (yet to be wrong yet!), are the BEST mums around.

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Priyanka Khot said…
A very happy Mother's Day to Jen!
Anonymous said…
Nice post. I like the photo and the narrative.

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Uma por Dia said…
Beautiful quote!
Happy mother's day!
Dina said…
A happy Mum's Day to those two women in your life.

I'm catching up on all the posts on this page and they are all great photographs (and in some I even understand a bit of what you write).
Happy birthday, late. Happy new year of life.
KL said…
I think you simply love torturing your readers. You should have also captured that very interesting thing to which Jen and Ez were looking so attentively :-(. Nah!.......

Happy Mother's Day.
Miles McClagan said…
And were y'all waiting on Soup, Juice or both...
Keropokman said…
Happy Mum's Day to Jen!
yamini said…
Lovely photo, even though both are looking away. But any photo with Jen and Ez and Henry in it is bound to be good, without doubt.
Was away for a long time but it is good to be back and see u all smiling as usual.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, hoorah!
Kris McCracken said…
Uma por Dia, to all mothers!
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I am trying to avoid being oblique.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I never torture anyone!
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, juice, although I do like soup too.
Kris McCracken said…
Keropok Man, and to your mum too!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, poor old Henry.

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