Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim in pillows
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Water level marker in State Park. We usually drive right up next to it.
State park pavilion under water as well as other picnic tables and picnic spots.
This is where we launch our boat. We usually park near the middle dock.