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 marked 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, 'The Road Not Taken' )
Lonely paths among the barren trees on foggy nights - this could have been my natural enviroment, if I were to choose one. To dwell among such gloomy images is a pure artistic bliss. For that's when the demons in my head become surprisingly alive. If only I could travel this road for the rest of my life...
This photo is particularly alluring to me. It reminds me much of the energy that 'The Vampire Chronicals' carries.... particularly Interview... I much admire what you have captured here. Much thanks be to you.