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It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labours of peace.


It's hard work getting everybody to stand still long enough to snare a photo. This is the best that I could manage!
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Sue said…
Ez looks like he comes from royalty with that look. Henry looks like a child I met once in a commune in Byron Bay! And you my dear Kris...look like your mum!
10 August 2009 at 20:52
Priyanka Khot said…
The photo is so quite.. and I must complement you for being almost successful in hiding the amount of effort it must have taken to keep the energy bags steady.
10 August 2009 at 21:24
Jim Klenke said…
You did good. They are getting big.
10 August 2009 at 21:37
Babzy.B said…
hello , good shot !
10 August 2009 at 21:50
yamini said…
Good going, really!!
We finally get to see the lads with the dad. :-))

I agree with Priyanka, specially the way you are clutching at Henry's t-shirt with your left hand. Thanks for taking such pains and sharing the results with us.
10 August 2009 at 21:57
Anonymous said…
It could be worse. At least you don't have to corral in a cat
11 August 2009 at 04:35
freefalling said…
Have you read any of Andre Gide's books?

(love the toes)
11 August 2009 at 08:04
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he does have a touch of Louis XIV about him. I have a pic of very regal pose lined up to post in the next week.
11 August 2009 at 09:29
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka Khot, AND I was working with the timer too!
11 August 2009 at 09:30
Kris McCracken said…
Jim K, it is heavy going carrying them both at once.
11 August 2009 at 09:30
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, hard work too.
11 August 2009 at 09:30
Kris McCracken said…
yamini, I was holding him in. He wanted to get at the camera.
11 August 2009 at 09:30
Kris McCracken said…
pasadenaadjacent, I need a dart gun to catch a cat.
11 August 2009 at 09:30
Kris McCracken said…
freefalling, I have read some essays, but no full length books. A really interesting guy, and anyone on the Catholic Church’s banned list must have something going for them!
11 August 2009 at 09:30
Sarah said…
Kris,
They've not banned the blog of yours. They filtered some of the blog spot's servers so that some of the photos of blog spot's blogs can not be shown here in Iran. Sorry, but you have a serious visitor from Iran!!!
I do not like to start a political discussion, but this is a fact that we are in a trap, yeah! Iran is now SUCH a trap!!
11 August 2009 at 15:39
Roddy said…
The bottoms Ezra is wearing almost makes him look like he is in prison garb. Early colonial uniform.
Tell me about heavy. You and you brother, one in either arm and an almost vertical ship's gangway. Good thing I'm so strong.
12 August 2009 at 10:41
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, don't shatter my illusions that I am important enough for the State of Iran to ban me! ;)
13 August 2009 at 09:51
Roddy said…
As if what? Simple of mind, strong of back.
13 August 2009 at 11:19
Kris McCracken said…
At some point you've obviously dropped Jason on his head.
13 August 2009 at 11:23
Roddy said…
Both of you if I remember correctly. Could have been during one of our wrestling bouts.
15 August 2009 at 11:17
Kris McCracken said…
That explains a few things.
17 August 2009 at 14:16
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