“The Road Not Taken”
About half way through our walk, Robin turned to me and said, “This is where they think Robert Frost came up with The Road Not Taken.” If you’re a landscape photographer, this is one poem you should know and embrace. After Robin told me this, my mind went to looking for a photo that might embrace the poem, no luck. The best I could do is this photo to give you a sense of the location, but no romance. And if you don’t know the poem, here is it
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—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.