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
And now that I see your smiling face, Granny Annie, I can't help but notice that you look exactly like the male portrait on your sidebar under "Markerings by EAGHL" -- do you have a twin brother or is that you in drag? Curious minds want to know!
What a wonderful photo!
ReplyDeleteAnd now that I see your smiling face, Granny Annie, I can't help but notice that you look exactly like the male portrait on your sidebar under "Markerings by EAGHL" -- do you have a twin brother or is that you in drag? Curious minds want to know!
ReplyDeleteI have never heard that. No not me.
DeleteWhat a beautiful shot. It's ready to be framed.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous Wordless Wednesday and rest of the week. ♥
This is a beautiful photo. I agree with Sandee, it should be framed.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful picture of three beautiful women!
ReplyDeleteLovely photo. I see your chin lives on just as my mother's cheekbones do.
ReplyDeleteLovely
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