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
What a terrific shot!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful shot. Wow.
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A wow moment, for certain.
ReplyDeleteThat ice looks like a horned dragon head atop its long thin neck.
ReplyDeleteWith a second look, I see a woman's face, very small, just under one edge of the "horn".
ReplyDeleteI see things, mostly faces in pictures--- There are many in this one.
ReplyDeleteVery cool looking.
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