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If anything can, it is memory that will save humanity. For me, hope without memory is like memory without hope.


Last weekend I was lucky to get an opportunity to spend some time in the company of both lads, with some halfway decent light for a change. This has afforded me the opportunity to snare some good shots.

This one I like to call Henry as Audrey Hepburn.
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yamini said…
All the ladies are going to go wildly crazy if this picture of Henry gets out on the market. Keep it in safe custody.

On second thoughts, I think the ladies should be allowed to have a look.

What does Henry have to say?

P.S. This is the first picture of Henry which I have really liked after that infamous hair-cut that you forced him to go through.
28 August 2009 at 21:15
Roddy said…
I hope my memory allows me to remember to hope!
Henry certainly isn't a baby any more.
29 August 2009 at 06:55
Anonymous said…
Those big eyes! He's definitely a lady-killer.
29 August 2009 at 07:30
Priyanka Khot said…
The photo is magical.

I hope Henry grows up to understand your humour. But if he happens to stumble upon ur blog in his teen years... God help you! Comparing him to Hepburn... tsk tsk! :D
30 August 2009 at 19:02
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he already gets mobbed.
31 August 2009 at 11:43
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he keeps telling me he isn't.
31 August 2009 at 11:43
Kris McCracken said…
Yoork, metaphorically, I hope!
31 August 2009 at 11:43
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I think that it is a complementary comparison, isn't it?
31 August 2009 at 11:44
Anonymous said…
lol! of course!
31 August 2009 at 14:47
Baino said…
I'm really annoyed that I didn't discover photography sooner, your kids are going to be so thrilled with these when they're older, really, they're a lovely documentary of them growing up.
31 August 2009 at 22:55
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, they will have an extensive range of photos and videos to draw upon, that's for sure.
2 September 2009 at 15:46
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