Choices by Jann Alexander © 2014
With apologies to Robert Frost:
Two canals diverged in a field, and I – I focused on the most alluring one, and that has made all the difference—to my photograph. Robert Frost’s 1916 poem still holds meaning for me, and finds its way into my photography, and my life. And that’s how I walk the line.
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; 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 published in 1916 in the collection Mountain Interval
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