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
Friday, August 15, 2014
Jessi's photograph in the Butterfly Pavilion at the Natural History Museum LA
I am not fond of my first post for today and often I would simply delete it. However then I might hear that a fellow blogger was getting ready to comment and had come back looking for it. So......I will leave it, but in the meantime I will deposit this much more beautiful post to ponder. My goddaughter Jessi took this picture in the Butterfly Pavilion and I could not believe the patience she had. I was pointing willy-nilly clicking away and getting some very lame photos while she was doing just as her mother would have done, waiting for perfection.