Life is but a walking shadow…a tale told by an idiot

She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
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.

I have just read Macbeth again…it feels like the first time

I took these photos 17 years ago…a very long time. They were taken on a digital camera at the time which you put a floppy disk into with a maximum capacity of 1.4mb…showing my age. This explains the grainy quality. My good friend Ragnhild Johnsen pretended to drown in the pool at school.

Open Water

I called the full set of photos Open Water and you can find them on Flickr.

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