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
I hope that's a rock she's sitting on and not another tortoise!
ReplyDeleteThey are having an intense conversation. What a great shot. No words needed.
ReplyDeleteThank you for joining the Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop.
Have a fabulous Wordless Wednesday. ♥
Something I would LOVE to see.
ReplyDeleteI never saw turtles at the beach, but did see where the nests had been marked off. I was always happy to see that.
ReplyDeleteIt's a very peaceful picture.
ReplyDeleteNice
ReplyDelete