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 and Franke
Sunday, July 13, 2008
DAILY ENCOUNTERS FOR PROJECT BLACK
BLOOD PRESSURE KIT FRAME FOR BARK PAPER PICTURE JESSI SENT ME FROM MEXICO RON'S PRIZED NAVY CLOCK MY DAD'S BIBLE FOR DAILY DEVOTIONAL.
Here are my contributions for Project Black and outlined by Anna and directed by Kenju. These are sentimental encounters as opposed to artistic photographs.