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, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim

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Nice way to categorize the photos--sentimental value.
ReplyDeleteI like sentimental
ReplyDeleteI also like your choices for black and there is nothing wrong with sentiment....
ReplyDeleteI'm sentimental and I'm proud of it. In the end that's all we have is our memories.
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Grannie Annie - Nothing wrong with sentimental encounters ...
ReplyDeleteMost of my pictures have some sentimental value. At least they have value to ME!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture and frame! I need to get out that last black thing you photographed, only mine's brown leather. ;)
ReplyDeleteWel, thanks for the link! I'm not sure what I had to do with it....LOL
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