Every journey has a beginning and every blog it's first post. For me, these have both been daunting and yet here I am, ready to "pack my bags" and launch out into the blogging world. A photo I snapped this fall on a stroll through the woods and my favorite poem seem like the fitting way to begin.
| Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. |
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| 1. The Road Not Taken |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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. | 20 |
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