The road not taken

I am neither here nor there this week. Lots of thoughts going through my mind. Lots of arb and random thoughts. What I’m thinking of now is the road I am on at the moment and where it is taking me. There is an element of planning and an element of going with the flow, allowing myself to experience it with wide eyed wonder.

I took this photo at Sutter’s Mill in Coloma, CA, on the way to Lake Tahoe. The road was so serene, few cars passing, that I stopped in the middle of the road to take the photo. I was looking for an effect of endlessness and the road not taken.

Road on the way to Lake Tahoe
The road not taken

 

Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” is my favourite poem. I hope you enjoy it:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference