After taking this picture I used Google to look up The Road Less Traveled to see what I could find, and I came across this Robert Frost poem with a similar title. Enjoy!
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverge 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.
My favorite poem. And I love images of roads stretching to infinity.
I like the way the clouds seem to converging with the road. Lovely shot. Thanks for visiting and the like of my post “Sunshine and Daffodils”.
I loved this blog. Have just been in South Island New Zealand, where roads even more than 10 miles long are straight, with no visible traffic, I can imagine the enticement of the bend in the road. There are two books related to this poem. M Scott Peck wrote a book called The Road Less Travelled, which helped me enormously when I was having a difficult time, but even more interesting there is a biography of Edward Thomas which explains the background to the peom itself.
Thanks for checking out my blog. I will have to check out that book.
I love this photo. The impressions of the straight road going on forever and clouds resting on top of the snow capped mountains. Wow !!!
beautiful photo!
One of my favorite poems! Love this.
Off to infinity … Lovely image .
Off into infinity … lovely image !
Love the connection with Robert Frost . The story behind the poem is
so interesting I had intended to do a post about it at some point just haven’t got round to it yet
Thank you for the kind words.
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So good I had to say it twice Lol
My favorite poem. This picture has such peace.
I understand that Edward Thomas fell out with Robert Frost, a former close friend, over this poem. Thomas thought that Frost was criticising him for his choices. I would have been overwhelmed with joy if anyone wrote such a beautiful poem for me! Lovely photo.