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Here is a shot of the back of Jen's head and the handsome young Ezra promenading down the main street of Richmond. We had just brunched on tea, scones with raspberry jam and clotted cream and set to walk it off to Australia's oldest bridge. Yes people, the pride of Richmond is over one hundred and seventy-five years old. That will impress those of you living in cities that were settled in 600 AD!

To answer a question from the comments, Ezra is closing in on his first birthday (minus one month and eight days). If anyone wishes to send cash, please feel free to do so.
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yamini said…
Hi Kris,

Ez, as usual, is attractive and I like the view presented in the photograph. Reading about tea, scones, jam and cream, made my mouth water, specially because I read your post at 4pm, just when I get my usual cup of evening tea, sans any cream, jam and scones :-(

By the way, where should we send the cash?
11 June 2009 at 21:06
Roddy said…
I do believe this child is taking to the camera even better than his older brother. Unless of course there are bribes that we can't see. Keep up the good work.
11 June 2009 at 21:08
Dina said…
Sweet picture of half the family.
You could just open a bank account for Ezra and tell us all the number, for birthdays, Christmas, bar mitsvah [oh...no, sorry].

I never know what clotted cream is but it always sounds like it should be gross.
11 June 2009 at 22:40
Kavita Saharia said…
I wonder who those lucky people are living in cities settled in 600A.D.....Richmonds pride ,the bridge sounds impressive though.
Ezra is too precious to receive cash as gift..he deserves much more ..may be blessings from someone so far away.
12 June 2009 at 02:26
Tania said…
What sort of jam is the key question? Some are better than others you know ;)
12 June 2009 at 07:28
Priyanka Khot said…
one year already... wow! time flies... and he is just growing cuter and cuter.

i like the idea of asking for cash! shoot i missed my chance earlier this month. :-)
12 June 2009 at 16:36
Beth said…
Clotted cream? Do they really have it in Richmond? My only Australian source so far has been the IGA supermarket in L'farne and it's really not the same as the traditional UK one, also costs megabucks and seems to come with a complementary topping of green mould (but at that price I'm calling it penicillin and just scraping it off!)
12 June 2009 at 22:45
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Tasmania!
13 June 2009 at 13:55
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Henry won't stand still long enough. I got some good ones today though.
13 June 2009 at 13:56
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, we were right behind them!
13 June 2009 at 13:56
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, Paris is that old. London and Rome older.
13 June 2009 at 13:57
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, it was probably Steenholt Jam, the greatest jam in the known Universe.
13 June 2009 at 14:02
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, it makes sense!
13 June 2009 at 14:02
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, maybe they made their own?
13 June 2009 at 14:02
yamini said…
I mean to where in Tasmania??
13 June 2009 at 23:31
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
What a nice shot of Mum (Jenny) and baby Ezra...Tell Henry, Hi!...and
where is that money suppose to be
sent aga....

Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
14 June 2009 at 01:21
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, anywhere is fine. It will find its way.
17 June 2009 at 14:27
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, careful, Jen doesn't like "Jenny"!

;)
17 June 2009 at 14:28
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