Monday, November 22, 2010

Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.


Six million, three hundred and thirty-three thousand, two hundred and eleven.

Six million, three hundred and thirty-three thousand, two hundred and twelve.

Six million, three hundred and thirty-three thousand, two hundred and thirteen.

Six million, three hundred and thirty-three...


Hang on a tic, we'll be here a while.

4 comments:

Roddy said...

Don't disturb him. He'll lose his count.
I think it is pretty pointless though, ├žause the tide will come in and dump more on the beach.

Priyanka Khot said...

Henry's concentration is commendable. I hope he got bags full of shells and shoes full of sand home :-)

Loads of love to him. He looks big too and more handsome!

Carola said...

Playing with shells, sand, earth, there is nothing better for kids. I guess your kids are playing outside 75 %. That's what your pictures tell.
Wonderful photo with interesting perspectiv.

Kris said...

Roddy, it gives him something to do.

Priyanka, he is as handsome as he is stubborn!

Carola, they’re outside a fair bit. We will get more chance now that the weather is getting much finer. The sun is harsh down here, so we generally keep indoors from 11 am – 3 pm, but late-Spring/Summer evenings are a great time to get out and have a stroll, kick a ball, visit the beach.