It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this.

Take a look at that face and you tell me whether you think he’s up to no good or not…

Comments

Pasadena Adjacent said…

I just want to squeeze those cute chubby cheeks

6 October 2010 at 02:24

Unknown said…

he just a cute
toddler
i see what you are talking about
though.
lol

6 October 2010 at 04:55

Carola said…

The eys are telling me in this moment he is not going to be good. But is he pretanding to be bad? Never seen THIS eys from Henry before.
Is he training for Halloween?

6 October 2010 at 06:13

Roddy said…

I doubt the boy will attempt anything with you in close proximity. The face says that he may be plotting something.
Jeeze he is looking so,so,so grown up.

6 October 2010 at 08:10

Kris McCracken said…

PA, he doesn't like that. He wants to be all grown up (but I won't let him!)

Tisha, he has some naughty tendencies...

Carola, he often has that look at home. He does however have a kind heart.

Roddy, he has been known to push his luck.

6 October 2010 at 10:05

Roddy said…

With such an angelic look he doesn't have to push too hard. I think I could forgive him any small indiscretion.

10 October 2010 at 22:03

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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