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The present is an illusory state between immediate past and immediate future.


Unfortunately, host duties prevented me from fully exploiting the innumerable photographic opportunities. That said, I have the feelers out for any attendees that might have snared any interesting shots on the day.

I did manage to capture, along with the above video, a shot of Henry and his lovely assistant Evie [100% certified organic] confronting the dangerous beast that Ezra and I prepared the evening before.
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Priyanka Khot said…
The cake looks delicious! And Henry looks all ready to devour it.
26 October 2009 at 22:58
Kris McCracken said…
Only one bit left when I left this morning, and Henry was already eyeing it off for his breakie...
27 October 2009 at 11:31
Tania said…
They look so sweet and innocent!
27 October 2009 at 14:13
Jason said…
This cake looks amazingly similar to something i made at work a few weeks ago:

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/bundy23/alanbp3.jpg

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/bundy23/alanbp2.jpg

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/bundy23/alanbp1.jpg

His name is alan and is now a full time member of staff and even has his own nametag.
28 October 2009 at 01:38
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, innocent?!?!
2 November 2009 at 14:03
Kris McCracken said…
Jason, is that Alan Gator?
2 November 2009 at 14:04
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