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You've heard of the "naked chef"?

This is the "naked architect". He's working on the scale model of his planned '100% organic eco-residence'.

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kylie said…
priceless!!
Tom said…
yeah, that's back to the basics for you!
lettuce said…
ha, great photo

looks as though he is concentrating hard.
either that or crying
Hi! Kris,
The post featuring Henry...is too cute and your comment is too...funny!
Thanks, for sharing...Well, I'am not sure if Henry, will thank you for sharing the photograph...We will see!

I agree with the quote...Wholeheartedly!

Cont...
By the way, I was taking a look at how different bloggers, from different parts of the world celebrate the Easter holiday and this is the information that I found about our friends, from down under:

"Easter is traditionally associated with spring and new birth in Australia. It’s the time when blossom starts to appear on bare trees and the first daffodils are peeping out of the ground.

Lambs and chicks are popular images with children as the dead, dark, dreary days of winter finally give way to the life and joys of Spring.

But of course April in Australia is not in the Spring, instead Easter is celebrated in the Autumn when the countryside is bathed in glorious colours of gold, burgundy, deep purples and dazzling orange hues. So for Australians, Easter is when they bid farewell to summer and start making preparations for the coming of winter.

The Australian Easter is generally a four day weekend, starting on Good Friday and ending on Easter Monday. Every shop is closed on Good Friday and it is the only day of the year when newspapers are also unavailable – an event unheard of in the UK! The religious significance remains the same, with many Christian Australians observing mass on either Good Friday or Easter Sunday."


Wow…now that is different...By the way, Happy Easter to you, Jen, Henry, and Ezra...Most definitely, to your Dad, Mom, family,friends, Tom, lettuce and to all of your readers.
Erik W. Laursen said…
I laughed out loud. What would we do without our kids to remind us of what really matters. Being naked and having something cool to do.
Kris McCracken said…
This one is a favourite of mine. Thanks all.

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