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 one as far as I could | |
To where it bent in the undergrowth; | 5 |
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, | 10 |
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. | 15 |
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 "The Road Not Taken" is my favorite classic American poem. This weekend, I plan on taking pictures of different pathways/roads with people walking upon them. This is a quick edit of the trail up Dog Mountain. The pictures don't capture the "zen" essence I am striving to achieve. This weekend, I plan to summit Mt. Hood and visit the LDS Portland Temple. I hope to capture beautiful landscape shots, along with expansive landscape scaled with individuals. Next week, I plan on layering Temple shots with Mt. Hood pictures. I believe that individuals can have spiritual experiences through church and being outside. The feelings emulated while being on top of a mountain is spiritually awakening and comparable to attending the Temple. I hope to illustrate that belief through layered pictures. |
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