A collaboration of JOHANNA and Reddawg151. Inspired by Robert Frost's poem of the same name (the poem is in the first post). Thanks to Joost for some amazing images to work with.
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 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.
this is my favorite poem of all time. I had the same idea when I saw this contest, but I couldn't come up with any good ideas. This is a very good image for the poem. I agree with others that the way it fades into darkness is a good effect. Nice job.
whoa! normally I reply to each person individually, but I wasn't expecting so many responses over night. thank you everyone for commenting. I think this Robert Frost poem is one of the greatest ever written, as well. And I'm glad Joost had such good images to start with. It was very fun!
The fading color and darkness gives you such a forboding feeling. the carvings or what on the tree on the left are kind of spooky too. great job to both of you
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.
--Bertrand Russell
Excellent! Crisp sharpness, golden colors - really fitting the poem - beautiful composition and an ominous uncertainty about the road ahead as its colors fade and get darker and darker in the distance. (Could there be a Nazghul lurking on the way?)
I'm normally very wary of this poem, as it's so commonly misinterpreted as an inspirational piece about taking the hard road, whereas it's just more of Frost's bitterness. <:
But whether you look at it through the eyes of inspiration -- those eyes that ignore lines such as "Though as for that, the passing there / Had worn them really about the same" and "I shall be telling this with a sigh" -- or through the eyes of Frost, hearing it in Frost's voice, this picture speaks wonders. Great interpretation.
I think i'm in over my head HERE. I'm not as intelligent has you all are, so please forgive me and my lack of words. I think your photograph is so beautiful, I wish I had your eye and ability.
Very mysterious image. Would be interesting to see it without the frame that in my opinion takes a little too much attention. But its a great image anyhow. Well Done!
Wonderful image and my favorite poem to top it off with. Excellent work. An idea I had is to have the text in faded letters in the picture, but this is just as effective. Into my fav's and a 10/10.
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 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.