As usual Maureen, you get the mood precisely correct! I'm guessing your family must have benefitted enormously from your acute sensitivity to place, time, emotion and reflection. And of course, Robert Frost's poem is deeply affecting :) My very best wishes, and I must say I found your commentary on my Amish porfolio and others hugely encouraging. You are some Laydeee :-). Anthony
Which so reminds of.... The Road Not Taken 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.
Great colors in this one, well saturated, but not oversaturated. The boy seems dwarfed by the huge chunks of land as if they are seen at different scales, which knowing the subject makes a good point: who belongs to whom.
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