The Road Less Traveled

The 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.

Robert Frost

January

oil on canvas

24x40in, 2011

I had posted this last night, but could not get the colours right with my program. There is a lot more purple than blue in the snow, and the yellow isn't as overwhelming. I will take a better photograph tomorrow. It amazes me one can achieve so many effects with a good image program via computer, but when it comes to translating an exact colour reading for a painting, it is a lost art to me..below is the same image but different colour settings and still doesn't come close...
*update--I re-shot/re-posted image since writing this and it now reads true)

I've wanted to paint from this location for a very long time and it is the same path, but different view and atmosphere, as 'January, remains of the day' posted on New Years. I've learned not to question inspiration, but quietly observe as paintings unfold and reveal themselves. Now looking somewhat objectively I see that painting 'home' seems to be my driving force..hmmm, maybe change is waiting and these works are letting me go and leading the way.

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