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A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.

Now, we'd just hate it for a rock – say, like this one – to accidently smash your front windscreen. This is a good clean beach see. We'd HATE it to happen. That's why we operate this little enterprise. You pay us, and we make sure ‘accidents’ like that just don't happen. Capisce ?

GOLD. Always believe in your soul. You've got the power to know, you're indestructible.

Some time ago I posted a similar shot , taken at a similar time, of who I think are the same pair. The difference is of course in the colour. Maybe someone of a more scientific bent can explain to me why this morning displayed a golden hue, and the previous shot was of a pinkish tendency. Now, I happen to like today's photo a little bit more than the one of a month ago. Now I want to know which one you like better? Why?

Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.

KL asked after the previous post for a comparative image of Henry at the age Ezra is currently at. Ever the accommodating fellow, I've excavated the archives and located one which should give you some kind of idea about the massive animé eyes that both of my sons have been blessed with. I can see these dudes batting their impressive eyelashes at the ladies for years to come.

Doppelgängers, or just fine lookin’ men?

You will probably recognise the handsome devil on the right, but can you guess the cutie pie one the left?