To think that in a moment all will be said, all to do again.

A strategically-placed thigh preserves his modesty, but there can be no denying that dear little Ezra is absolutely 100% beefcake.

Comments

yamini said…

To whom do we owe this pleasant surprise Kris?

Ezra is almost blushing, :-)

31 August 2009 at 20:16

Roddy said…

This young man certainly has a future as a model for any and all order of paraphernalia. I will certainly be waiting to see which form of media picks this child up for their promos. Perhaps all mediums.

31 August 2009 at 20:48

Baino said…

Aww you know I'm not a fan of babies but . . you do them justice.

31 August 2009 at 22:48

Priyanka Khot said…

what a treat! Thanks Kris...

1 September 2009 at 03:48

lemon said…

Never seen him so happy and relaxed as in this photo!
I think that every moment he spends away from his mam, he thinks it wasted!!

(I wish I could be near and give him a big hug!!! You do it for me, please!)

1 September 2009 at 05:26

Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…

Hi! Kris,Mum,and Henry,
What a "lovely" photograph of Ezra...au naturel?!?
I'am not sure if Ezra, would agree, but thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

1 September 2009 at 10:24

Anonymous said…

Agreed!

1 September 2009 at 13:38

Kitty said…

haha, I noticed that too, that he wasn't completely exposed.

He has such a cute little grin.

1 September 2009 at 13:51

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

This will hurt me...

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