“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
These words end the 1916 poem by Robert Frost titled The Road Less Taken. It is a thought-provoking poem about the directions our lives can take and the regret or peace we can have about our path. Some would say I have taken the road less traveled, but in reality, for me, it was the only road to travel.
When Pat and I shoot together we often take the roads less traveled. The woods at Blueberry Hill were no exception. Two roads were available to us and we chose to take the one less traveled. It was a quiet, serene journey. The coyotes, fox, deer, and turkeys that call these woods home did not come out to meet us. We each wandered in the directions our eye would take us for a couple of hours; together but on our journeys. We can photograph the same thing, but what we see and try to capture can be quite different.
These photos are some of what caught my eye. They all have one-word titles so your mind can take its own path in viewing them. I did add one picture from a different woods that I wandered into during the same week.
Yes, that’s Pat. Love to hear your thoughts on any paths these photos take you on.