Photographer's Note

It was so beautiful today
I can't stay at home
although I desire to rest a little.
I drove towards the sky
away from the plains
and the villages
aiming the mountains,
the greens, the reds
browns and yellows.

I walked in the woods
away from the path
in searching of the colours
the silence and the sun
of this warm indian summer.

The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I took the one les traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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