City - Young Harris State - GEORGIA Country - United States
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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;
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.
That poem is one of my favorites and it fits your picture perfectly. A path like this is irresistible, especially when dark and mysterious. Very nicely done.
What a perfect poem to describe the shot, Michael! I love images of paths leading the eye to who knows where...just like this one. I think I, personally, would have used levels to kick up the color just a bit...it's just a tad on the dark side for my tastes, but that's just a personal thing :) I like the shot! Kathy
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