I have not updated the blog in some time.
Brantley Family Photos has been a casualty of war.
It is an epic struggle; a torturous, bloody battle;
a fight for the future of life as we know it.
I will persevere.
Invictus, by William Ernest Henley, 1849-1903
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
4 comments:
Was that meant to scare the sh*t out of anyone beginning potty training? Because it worked.
Master of your fate, my a***. You have to master the will of a three year old with a very tough genetic heritage. Good luck.
Grandpa Ron
I may have been a tad hyperbolic. But just a tad.
Dearest One,
Simply do as I did. I gave the undaunting chore to Larry Maze. And, Oh, the sweetness of the victory.
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