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ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
What a nice photograph of Henry and Ezra.
Nice quote too!
Thanks, for sharing...I agree with you...Two cute children...

DeeDee ;-D
21 February 2010 at 03:42
Magpie said…
Henry has such a responsible look on his face - all grownup and mature...taking care of little brother.

Ezra has such a carefree look on his face - footloose and fancy free...being taken care of by big brother.
21 February 2010 at 05:24
Tom said…
out in the wild with hats
21 February 2010 at 08:07
ArtSparker said…
Sober age with giddy youth.
21 February 2010 at 12:24
Roddy said…
I am going to be cruel, Kris.
In this shot I can see Kim in Henry and my mother in Ezras mouth and chin. The likeness is so uncanny.
I did have other witty sayings but couldn't get on the web last night. Your nan would have been so pleased.
21 February 2010 at 21:50
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, they are okay.
23 February 2010 at 11:05
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, he has his moments.
23 February 2010 at 11:05
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, the wrong hats!
23 February 2010 at 11:05
Kris McCracken said…
Art, it is a cruel world.
23 February 2010 at 11:06
yamini said…
It is going to be one of the all-time favourite photographs of Henry and Ezra. luv it.
23 February 2010 at 21:18
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