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
These western/horse cards are your forte!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am enjoying doing them.
DeleteThis might be my favorite so far. Well done.
ReplyDeleteGood one
ReplyDeleteThat's super cool!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I love your art and this is fabulous.
ReplyDeleteYou look like you are having fun with these - which is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHe and his steed look like they are on the move, i'm really enjoying this series.
ReplyDeleteYou have so much talent. That one is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteNice colours on this one.
ReplyDeleteDelightful!
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