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An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.


The view from down low at the flower clock. Royal Hobart Botanical Gardens. March 2011.

Think of this as a complex Where’s Wally challenge. For you American folks, I’m talking about Where’s Waldo. For some reason, the Yanks struggles with Wally and called him Waldo. If anyone xan explain, please feel free…


#2 from the flower clock. Royal Hobart Botanical Gardens. March 2011.

You might have better luck spying the hidden characters in this one…
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ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris...
Both photographs (of the "sea" Of red and yellow flowers) are very beautiful!
Isn't that Henry, I spot in the background looking at the beautiful flowers in the second photograph?
By the way,
The quote rings so true too!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
4 April 2011 at 18:07
Roddy said…
It would be more like "where are Henry and Ezra".
4 April 2011 at 18:36
Carola said…
Wonderful colorful shots. Fun to watch Henry and Jen behind.
4 April 2011 at 19:33
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, that is indeed Henry, armed with a ball.

Roddy, no Ezra, he's behind me.

Carola, you win!
4 April 2011 at 20:16
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