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Seeing a woman's child is like seeing a woman naked, in the way it changes how her face looks to you, how her face becomes less the whole story.


A Mother's Day treat today. Here you can see Jen and Ez all ready to pose for the camera, only to look away at the vital minute as Henry foolishly attempts a backflip somersault (with pike and half twist) from atop Soup 'n Juice in Wellington Arcade just off the Mall in town.

He managed to successfully land the thing, but controversially, the Russian judge knocked off half a point to see the Romanian win the cup.

Happy Mother's Day, especially to the two mothers in my life, who in my humble opinion (yet to be wrong yet!), are the BEST mums around.
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Priyanka Khot said…
A very happy Mother's Day to Jen!
10 May 2009 at 21:39
Anonymous said…
Nice post. I like the photo and the narrative.

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11 May 2009 at 00:49
Uma por Dia said…
Beautiful quote!
Happy mother's day!
11 May 2009 at 04:16
Dina said…
A happy Mum's Day to those two women in your life.

I'm catching up on all the posts on this page and they are all great photographs (and in some I even understand a bit of what you write).
Happy birthday, late. Happy new year of life.
11 May 2009 at 05:43
KL said…
I think you simply love torturing your readers. You should have also captured that very interesting thing to which Jen and Ez were looking so attentively :-(. Nah!.......

Happy Mother's Day.
11 May 2009 at 06:55
Miles McClagan said…
And were y'all waiting on Soup, Juice or both...
11 May 2009 at 07:13
Unknown said…
Happy Mum's Day to Jen!
11 May 2009 at 11:37
yamini said…
Lovely photo, even though both are looking away. But any photo with Jen and Ez and Henry in it is bound to be good, without doubt.
Was away for a long time but it is good to be back and see u all smiling as usual.
12 May 2009 at 15:37
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, hoorah!
13 May 2009 at 13:43
Kris McCracken said…
Uma por Dia, to all mothers!
13 May 2009 at 13:43
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I am trying to avoid being oblique.
13 May 2009 at 13:44
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I never torture anyone!
13 May 2009 at 13:44
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, juice, although I do like soup too.
13 May 2009 at 13:44
Kris McCracken said…
Keropok Man, and to your mum too!
13 May 2009 at 13:44
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, poor old Henry.
13 May 2009 at 13:44
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