The Road Not Taken
-Robert Frost-

"Two roads diverged in a yellow road,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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
Somewhat ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and i--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that made all the difference."

Being a born adventurer, I understood this poem and took it to heart.
For as long as i can remember, i always took the other path, out of curiosity as to what lies beyond. Perhaps its not about which way is easier, but what is more fun and interesting.

Practicing with colour, its a new medium for me besides the black and white, but ill get a hold on it eventually ^^.

Have a nice day!

-BTB-