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
Frankie and Slim
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Can't imagine how hard it was to just sit there and do nothing for 15 minutes...
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Donna
Wow this is amazing. You should link this up with FFO today. Have a great day.
ReplyDeleteI am not a selfie fan - but admire his perseverance and patience.
ReplyDeleteHe looks quite resolute...
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ReplyDeleteIt was not easy having a portrait taken then. We're spoiled.
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