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The Road Not Taken

Life is full of second guesses and “roads not taken”. Regrets for things not done in the past. “If only” type thinking can lead to depression. Better to just accept one’s current state, learn from past decisions and move on.

There are no wrong turns, only unexpected paths.

Mark Nepo

We have sort of a motto in the family – “no regrets” and this philosophy has leaned towards the more adventurous of paths. Taking that job opportunity in another state allowed us to live on an island off the coast of Maine.

Sure, it’s a pain to move. Sure it took the so-called leap of faith. But it certainly was an educational and a live-long learning experience. Besides we don’t have to live with the regrets of the road not taken. No what-if wondering. Just do it and move on.

New jobs, new houses, new schools, new experiences. As a fine art photographer these experiences have only added to my sense of observation and growth in my unique perspective that can bring into my work.

If you find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn’t lead anywhere.” 

Frank A. Clark

In the recent PBS Ken Burns documentary on Hemingway, they described Ernest Hemingway’s love for being a foreigner in other countries. Travel heightens all the senses – sight, sound, taste, touch, smell. For the artist, everything is new and exciting which is a wonderful source of inspiration.

So take those roads that aren’t so well trodden. Get out of of your comfort zone and don’t look back!

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The Road Not Taken 

BY ROBERT FROST

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.