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Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you - gently, with love, and hand your life back


Another two for one, this time from Clifton Beach.

The little bloke loves crop circles, but we struggle to find farmers willing to let us loose in the paddock with little more than a thresher and some big ideas.

Consequently, we get the compass out, and head down to the beach to harass the crabs.

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tony said…
It's A Fort? A Castle? A Mighty Building Indeed. Lovely shot from Above.
11 February 2010 at 20:41
Roddy said…
That's right, it was Henry who didn't like the crabs.
Ezra starts small with sand castles. What kingdom can he build with stone?
He has changed in the short few days since I last saw the two of them.
11 February 2010 at 22:00
Harnett-Hargrove said…
Harassing crab is a great way to spend the day...
Thanks for visiting me. -Jayne
12 February 2010 at 00:28
Magpie said…
I can smell the ocean air, feel the breeze and the warm sand beneath his feet...lovely.

I would not deny this child much. He would have me wrapped around his finger. He could do crop circles in my paddock if he wanted and if I had a paddock. :)
12 February 2010 at 02:29
Anonymous said…
Cute photos...looks like a fun day : )
12 February 2010 at 05:07
Chris Wolf said…
I wish I was in shorts on a beach, it looks heavenly....
12 February 2010 at 07:39
Priyanka Khot said…
I like the circle! This is a genius baby you have there... he sings, plays the piano, draws! What else?
12 February 2010 at 14:12
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, it is some kind of alien landing zone, I think.
12 February 2010 at 14:37
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, this was taken some weeks ago. He's had his hair cut since.
12 February 2010 at 14:37
Kris McCracken said…
H-H, especially for the crabs!
12 February 2010 at 14:38
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, it was a decent day.
12 February 2010 at 14:41
Kris McCracken said…
LadyCat, some days you just have to get out of the house because of all the whining and moaning.
12 February 2010 at 14:41
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, what's stopping you?
12 February 2010 at 14:42
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he wakes everybody up in the middle of the night, if last night is anything to go by!
12 February 2010 at 14:43
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