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
Oh my how unusual is that.....
ReplyDeleteI know and I wish I knew who took the picture.
DeleteBeautiful!
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Donna
Reminds me of veins in our body. I had a light put through my arm and it looked like that. Amazing.
ReplyDeleteThat is glorious.
ReplyDeleteJust wow!
ReplyDeleteWow! Amazing photo.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty.
ReplyDeleteThis really is an amazing photo!
ReplyDeleteFabulous. No matter how big the sun looks to my eye, my camera never quite catches it that way.
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