Taken on a lovely bright, still morning in Curraghchase.
Another Wintery shot taken on Christmas morning 2010. I’m noticing a trend starting here – time for a change of topic and I have to stop shooting into the sun!
Ok, the poem is actually called “The road not taken” by Robert Frost, 1916.
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.
Another shot from the trip to Curraghchase yesterday. It was so cold, so still, so peaceful… well, not that peaceful, Sí was giving out about her backside after that trip down the hill on the fertilizer bag!
Taken on a recent photowalk around Curraghchase with Kevin.