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Ez and I headed down the the Botanical Gardens the other day to re-enact that scene from The Sound of Music where Julie Andrews runs down the hill spinning before gunning down the Waffen-SS squad sent to ship her off to Sobidor sing a merry tune.

Thus I have two images for the price of one. Above, I've gone for the full CinemaScope vibe, with a fair bit of post-production work. Below is the more straightforward shot. The question I ask is, which do you like?

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Roddy said…
Is this a trick question? Number two of course. I get closer to my grandson, thank you.
Thank you also for today. These children of yours are fantastic.
Sue said…
Le naturel l'un...bien sûr.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,
Ezra and Henry doing different things,
These are a few of my favorite things.....
*sung in a bright, slightly operatic trill*
yamini said…
I like the first one purely for cinematic reasons and the second one for personal reasons (as Roddy puts it), we feel closer to Ez in the second shot.
Hi! Kris,
Kris said,"Ez and I headed down the the Botanical Gardens the other day to re-enact that scene from The Sound of Music where Julie Andrews runs down the hill spinning before gunning down the Waffen-SS squad sent to ship her off to Sobidor sing a merry tune."


What do I have to do cut and paste the letters LOL (and the exclamation points) and constantly post them on your blog?)...LOL!!!!

By the way, I have to agree with your father and Yamini, when it comes to the photographs.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, good work there.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he needs an I-Max.
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, cut and paste never did no harm.

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