Updated: Apr 14
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, 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 travelled by, And that has made all the difference.
Whilst wandering through Richmond Park I happened upon this view on the slopes above the polo field by Ham Gate. The yellow light was bathing the naked oaks and last year's ferns. The remnants of the fallen oak in the foreground resembles a magnetic termite mound I once had seen in the red centre of Australia. Its fractured spires reaching the the sky. Jo and I have become adept at finding new places to visit in Richmond Park, as the pandemic recedes we often find ourselves on the road not taken. It reminded me of Frost's words. If you find yourself in the Park tread lightly. Some of the paths have taken a beating this year. It's had to endure quite a lot of us along it's paths and trails. Let's try and help the park recover from a difficult year by staying in the centre of the paths.
Pixel Peepers' notes
Sony: A7R III / FE 16-35mm F2.8GM @ 31mm - 1/400 - F4.0 - ISO100