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The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.


Remember that bit where Joe Pesci meets his demise at the end of Casino?

This was kind of like that...
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Roddy said…
May I say Kris that your photography is the one thing that I look forward to the most when I click on your blog.
The photos of the boys is fantastic and also your photographic collection of shots in and around Hobart make this one of my joyous moments each and ever day.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart and trust that we can continue to interact through the medium of photography.
Keep up the excellent work. I hope you never tire of it.
21 February 2010 at 22:06
Magpie said…
Oh, he's really enjoying this!!
22 February 2010 at 03:15
ArtSparker said…
Wonderful photo. Are the titles your own or are they quotes?
22 February 2010 at 03:57
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, indeed he is.
23 February 2010 at 11:36
Kris McCracken said…
ArtS, the titles are generally quotes. Every so often I remind readers to Google the title and follow up on the detail. This one is Hannah Arendt.

I hope to broaden people's exposure to new ideas if they are particularly taken by a title.

[Get yer hand off it McCracken!]
23 February 2010 at 11:55
yamini said…
My thoughts exactly Roddy!!!!

A BIG THANK YOU KRIS!!!!!!!
23 February 2010 at 21:13
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