Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood
January 16th 2011 Perhaps I should apologize to Robert Frost for using the first line of his poem as the title. While walking down Petrin Hill, on a path we had not walked before, it divided. As I took the photograph I thought of Frost's poem and of choices made that have made all the difference.
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
Two roads diverged in a
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