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Break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.


While journeying through the magnificent north west coast of Tasmania (the greatest coast in the known universe), we happened upon one of the world's great rail journeys: the Orient Express Don River Railway!

As you can see, Ezra spent a portion of his trip working on his dimples.
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Roddy said…
The eyes have it in this one. Thanks for the memories. Those boys of yours are the most loving/lovable children I have ever been with.
10 January 2010 at 20:32
Kris McCracken said…
As one of your two actual children, I take exception to that!
10 January 2010 at 20:55
Sue said…
Hahahahahaha....good one, Kris!! Pay that! Poor old Roddy, it's the Alzheimer's...he has forgotten how adorable you and Jason were! Especially you, Kris! I still remember all the cuddles you would give me when I was living at your place! You would sit on my knee all night watching TV with me. And Jase taught me all about cricket that summer I was there...he was so patient with me!!! I will always cherish those times.
Having said that...Ezra is a mighty fine looking boy and looks like an angel!!
10 January 2010 at 23:09
yamini said…
Ez is looking breath-takingly gorgeous in this one. His cherubic face, such angelic smile and those gorgeous dimples are going to break a lot of hearts, I guess.
Luv to him and Henry....
11 January 2010 at 03:55
Roddy said…
My apologies my son. Your mother pointed out that I had forgotten my own sons. I haven't! I however am living in the present and not the past. My comment applies to today, not thirty something years ago. For that, I am extremely sorry. However. Those boys of yours are the most adorable children I have been with in I can't remember how long.
SORRY, for the impression that I have forgotten my own two loving sons. Roddy. Your loving father.
11 January 2010 at 04:25
Carola said…
He is a real cuty. And, like Roddy said, the eyes make it special.
Nice to read that you enjoy riding the train. It's great for kids.
We are in Ecuador, planed to go by train, but most routes are canceld. Main transport is by bus now.
Great rail journeys, I suggest: from Istanbul to Teheran (Trans-Asia-Express), from Calicut to Delhi, from Urumqi to Beijing
11 January 2010 at 05:09
Hallam said…
There's a lot of love in here!
11 January 2010 at 06:58
Tania said…
I can see Jen in this one.
He is gorgeous!
11 January 2010 at 07:17
Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Hi!(Bonjour!)Kris,
All I can say is...Wow!
So many "true" emotions...great!
Now, back to the picture of Ezra, what a lovely photograph of a lovely little boy.
Merci de partager!
(Thanks for sharing!)

Train travel...ah! I love it!
(Hmmm...interesting quote too!)
DeeDee ;-D
11 January 2010 at 09:36
Roddy said…
In circumspect you are probably right. These however are my grandchildren, and I have never had that before.
11 January 2010 at 14:54
Priyanka Khot said…
He is adorable!!! oh u must come to India, while he still looks like this :) hehhe


And I extend this invitation to you and ur family after spending an awesome week at a fellow blogger's house. You can read about the journey here : http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2010/01/across-three-rivers-part-1.html
11 January 2010 at 23:06
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he is just a cruel person.
15 January 2010 at 08:48
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Indian hearts?
15 January 2010 at 08:48
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, are their chickens in the carriages, or does Hollywood lie?
15 January 2010 at 08:49
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, I blame the baby Jebus.
15 January 2010 at 08:50
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, no, that's Ezra, not Jen.
15 January 2010 at 08:57
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, he is a great little man.
15 January 2010 at 08:57
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, having a look now.
15 January 2010 at 08:59
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