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Friars Rock. Bruny Island, Tasmania. September 2013.

Okay, an announcement. I've got 4,420 posts on this here blog. Posts have been pretty consistent since the end of 2007.

But I'm bored.

It's become a bit of a chore and the Internet has changed.

So this is changing. I'll keep up the book reviews. Probably the Q and As. Maybe the weblinks (if I can be bothered).

Otherwise it will be a bit more sporadic.

All is not lost though, you can still


Check the blog too, you never know when I might desire to share a poem or a Drabble...
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Unknown said…
I have had your book marked on my work computer ever since I stumbled onto you about a year ago. There have been Monday mornings when I'm groggy from my weekend and the only spark I can find to get motivated is your blog. I will miss you and the children. Thank you so much for sharing them and for the provoking thoughts you have inspired. Namaste.
27 September 2013 at 00:10
Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

It is funny in that just about every Wednesday night when I check for your TT post I go back and check on all the ones you had posted during the week. Although sometimes I do it earlier in the week, anyway I have so enjoyed watching the boys grow up and your satirical sense of humor will be missed at TT. And you will be the last TT person from when it all pretty much started in it's first couple of years. Lots of them have quit posting and are no where to be found while a few you can find a post from them every so often or I could say you rarely find one. Oh well such is life and life goes on.

I will miss you and the boys and Jenn, but I also truly wish you all the best and hope you at least do one pic of the boys a week.

God bless.
30 September 2013 at 22:44
Kris McCracken said…
Don't worry, I'll still be posting. Just not two every day.
1 October 2013 at 09:25
lemon said…
I, also, want to tell you that, even though I almost never comment, I always read your posts. Not many blogs have kept my attention for such many years...
Mostly, more than your beautiful photos, I like your sincerity, the way you talk about books, life, nature, people, your family, which is both straight forward AND literary at the same time. If you understand what I mean. If what I have written makes sense in english...
My love to you and your nice family.
8 October 2013 at 06:02
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