Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

Christmas has come and [halfway] gone already. Satan Claws made an appearance, and left a whole bunch o' stuff, ate some biscuits, drank some orange juice and fed the reindeer some carrots. The lads were excited, and now we're napping.

Of course, I won as well. Most importantly for this blog, a new camera has arrived. I took her through her paces as Ez and Jen gobbled up their turkey [above].

Earlier, Ez and I went for some moody black and white action [below].

Then we tried to get Henry in on the action, but he was less keen [below].

What is even better: the sun is out and the beach beckons for a late afternoon stroll! Ez is planning to bring Henry's new guitar along to serenade any beach babes we might meet along the way.

Comments

Layrayski said…

Merry christmas!!! :)

25 December 2009 at 19:43

Roddy said…

You have the most fantastic pictorial history of your sons through all their ages and as such we have some magnificent photographic memories of their every day.
As their grandfather I thank you.
I still remember you and your brother through the same ages but alas haven't the abundance of pictures you have saved of their all too short childhood.
Again I thank you for the ability to follow their lives so closely.

25 December 2009 at 21:07

KL said…

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all :-). Ez and yours photo in the middle is a classic one - same eyes at least.

That turkey looks yuumm...

26 December 2009 at 00:23

smudgeon said…

Compliments of the season to you & your family, Mr McC.

26 December 2009 at 09:55

Babzy.B said…

A new camera !!! how lucky you are , i like the B&W portrait very much !

26 December 2009 at 20:01

Tash said…

Looks like your Christmas was FABULOUS! Love the B&W action photo - well done.
Verrrrry Happppy Holidays to you all. Tash

27 December 2009 at 12:36

yamini said…

Merry Christmas to all of you. The photographs are too good and thanks a lot for sharing them with us.

28 December 2009 at 20:11

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks all, these shots were literally the first try-outs!

31 December 2009 at 09:27

Roddy said…

Keep your blog going and keep the photos coming. I will always be around.

31 December 2009 at 20:27

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

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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