The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down 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.
Robert Frost (1874-1963) Mountain Interval
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Photography is defined as "writing or drawing with light", taking this road can make "all the difference".
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