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How about this motley crew of chancers?

Fair dinkum, trying to take a photo where these three are even vaguely all looking in the right direction, with none of them pulling a silly face or looking off their nut, is a big ask!

This is even more difficult, when the camera these days has assumed an almost mystical ability to draw children's hands to it the moment that it appears!

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Priyanka Khot said…
Kudos to u for the achieving the feat.

All of them look lovely. how come u are never clicked??
6 October 2009 at 20:07
Roddy said…
I would have said something, but what can one say of perfection? We just need you to make it even more perfect.
6 October 2009 at 20:42
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, because nobody will click me!
7 October 2009 at 11:53
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, that is an arguable point...
7 October 2009 at 11:53
yamini said…
This is one of the best portraits that I have seen on this blog. Right up there among the Top 10!!!

And yes, congratulations for achieving this feat single-handedly, even while saving the camera from the prying little hands. :-))

All three look heavenly in the photograph.
7 October 2009 at 17:11
KL said…
Now of course for this photo, I shall say three handsome cutipies...hehehe...are you jealous?
8 October 2009 at 11:51
Dina said…
Great shot.
More of life should be lived on the floor.
8 October 2009 at 22:23
Kris McCracken said…
KL, more proud than jealous.
13 October 2009 at 09:55
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, they are rotten scoundrels really.
13 October 2009 at 09:55
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I spend a lot of time on the floor.
13 October 2009 at 09:56
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