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Babel Two? The Living Room, Geilston Bay. June 2011.

Another day, another job. By the time this post appears I shall be ensconced down in main street Sandy Bay, not far from my humble abode of a good four or five years. That shall no doubt prompt some interesting moments of deja vu.

Nonetheless, a whole new adventure with a whole new set of potential photographs on the way to and from work (not to mention lunch breaks)!

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smudgeon said…
Burj Dubai's got nothing on this one.

Enjoy the new location/job...
14 June 2011 at 11:02
Kris McCracken said…
I also managed to get a video of its demolition.
14 June 2011 at 15:58
Roddy said…
Obviously the Tower of Babel arose after your mother and my departure.
Does it actually touch the ceiling as the picture implies?
Good luck with the new job. I'm sure you will make a fist of it.
14 June 2011 at 17:06
ratatouille's archives said…
Hello Kris...
Nice photograph Of Henry, Ezra, and the Tower Of Babel...I too want to wish you, "Good-Luck" with your new employment opportunity.
deedee ;-D
14 June 2011 at 23:57
Carola said…
Yes, good luck from me too. Hope it is interesting and you can use just a bit of your talents.

Mhmmh, Duplo is LEGO. But not the ordinary stuff.
15 June 2011 at 07:16
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, before.

DeeDee, I think that I shall need it.

Carola, DUPLO is good stuff.
17 June 2011 at 14:47
Roddy said…
I thought that before toppled before it got this high.
17 June 2011 at 17:06
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