Looking back over the past few months, I realize I've taken (in the words of Robert Frost) the road less traveled. We moved to New York City from the suburbs (not a traditional route); pulled our kids out of school to have them homeschooled (and no, not by me); and just returned from traveling through remote parts of China where at times we were the only Westerners in sight. I've begun to truly appreciate the road less traveled. In fact, this month I've worked with The Nature Conservancy to launch a series of photographs that highlight wonders of nature from all corners of the world -- even roads not taken. Cheers, to roads less traveled! -Susan
I've wanted to create a series of simple, inspiring photographs for a long time. No reading necessary -- just beautiful images that appear in your inbox. And thanks to The Nature Conservancy, that's what Natural Light is -- a series of images of birds and butterflies, forests and meadows, seashores and mountaintops -- virtual breaths of fresh air for your inbox.
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Road Not Taken
Here are some words to live by from Robert Frost's "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. ---- You can find other poems by Robert Frost here on DailyLit.