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Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you - gently, with love, and hand your life back


Another two for one, this time from Clifton Beach.

The little bloke loves crop circles, but we struggle to find farmers willing to let us loose in the paddock with little more than a thresher and some big ideas.

Consequently, we get the compass out, and head down to the beach to harass the crabs.

Comments

tony said…
It's A Fort? A Castle? A Mighty Building Indeed. Lovely shot from Above.
Roddy said…
That's right, it was Henry who didn't like the crabs.
Ezra starts small with sand castles. What kingdom can he build with stone?
He has changed in the short few days since I last saw the two of them.
Harassing crab is a great way to spend the day...
Thanks for visiting me. -Jayne
Magpie said…
I can smell the ocean air, feel the breeze and the warm sand beneath his feet...lovely.

I would not deny this child much. He would have me wrapped around his finger. He could do crop circles in my paddock if he wanted and if I had a paddock. :)
Anonymous said…
Cute photos...looks like a fun day : )
Chris Wolf said…
I wish I was in shorts on a beach, it looks heavenly....
Priyanka Khot said…
I like the circle! This is a genius baby you have there... he sings, plays the piano, draws! What else?
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, it is some kind of alien landing zone, I think.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, this was taken some weeks ago. He's had his hair cut since.
Kris McCracken said…
H-H, especially for the crabs!
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, it was a decent day.
Kris McCracken said…
LadyCat, some days you just have to get out of the house because of all the whining and moaning.
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, what's stopping you?
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he wakes everybody up in the middle of the night, if last night is anything to go by!

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