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The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.


No it isn't CSI Henry. He's not looking for DNA traces on a bloodied hammer or anything of the sort.

No, we are talking fossils. Deltopecten limaeformis, Trigonotreta stokesi, Paraconularia derwentensis, the gang is all here.

Henry (and Ezra) have spent a lot of winter in the museum, you see. Warm, dry and full of stuffed things, it's not a bad spot to let them roam. If only we could convince Ezra to stop tackling the stuffed wombat...

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yamini said…
Is this Henry in the photograph? He looks so grown up, totally different from his other photographs.
What is he doing there under the lamp?
1 September 2009 at 21:27
Roddy said…
Henry looks as if he knows what it is that he is looking at. I trust that you and Jen have a hand in his inquisitiveness. Ezra will of course follow in his big brothers footsteps. Two geniuses in the making. Or is that genii?
1 September 2009 at 22:21
tony said…
Henry Is On The Case!
2 September 2009 at 00:02
Priyanka Khot said…
Jasoos (Hindi for detective) Henry! We had a very famous TV series back in the 80s called Karamchand Jasoos. This photo reminded me of that.
2 September 2009 at 04:25
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he's a man now.
2 September 2009 at 15:58
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it was a fossil in amber.
2 September 2009 at 15:59
Roddy said…
Has the imminent scientist given up on his star gazing, or is this a sideline, for when the clouds blot out the stars. He is very intent on discovering what it is that is set in amber.
The last couple of shots of Henry in his new guise of big boy, cause me to think that he looks a lot like Jason. The resemblance is very striking.
2 September 2009 at 18:55
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he is the Magnum PI of Tasmania!
3 September 2009 at 09:04
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, god you are cruel...
3 September 2009 at 09:04
Roddy said…
I am after all, your father. It is my job to be cruel. It keeps your head out of the sand.
3 September 2009 at 12:40
yamini said…
I love Roddy's comment and i can't stop rolling with laughter Kris. :-))
4 September 2009 at 21:05
Kris McCracken said…
Don't encourage him.
8 September 2009 at 08:46
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