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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!!! :)
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.
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...
smudgeon said…
Compliments of the season to you & your family, Mr McC.
Babzy.B said…
A new camera !!! how lucky you are , i like the B&W portrait very much !
Tash said…
Looks like your Christmas was FABULOUS! Love the B&W action photo - well done.
Verrrrry Happppy Holidays to you all. Tash
yamini said…
Merry Christmas to all of you. The photographs are too good and thanks a lot for sharing them with us.
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, these shots were literally the first try-outs!
Roddy said…
Keep your blog going and keep the photos coming. I will always be around.

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