The Road Not Taken
I realized as I was going through my photo library today that I like to take pictures of roads. One of my favourite poems is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. So, today’s post is a combination of two of my favourite things (and yes, the last picture is not of a road, but it was quite the journey to get to that view).
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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;
Field near Lumsden, Saskatchewan, August 2013
Road to Hana, Maui, March 2011
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,
Castle Butte, Southern Saskatchewan, August 2013
Gravel road near Eastend, Saskatchewan, July 2013
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.
View from Bald Butte, Cypress Hills, July 2013
Road to Mount Edith Cavell, Jasper, Alberta, July 2012
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.
On a zodiac, somewhere off the coast of British Columbia, June 2013