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If my father had not made a heroic decision and left his country of birth, ending up in Australia with his family, I often wonder what roads would have been open for me in the land where I was born.
The photo reminded me of the paths we all follow, sometimes by choice, at the times by necessity. And sometimes with no say at all.

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.

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Photo Information
  • Copyright: Klaudio Branko Dadich (daddo) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 3580 W: 114 N: 6321] (28594)
  • Genre: Lugares
  • Medium: Cor
  • Date Taken: 2017-05-16
  • Categories: Natureza
  • Exposição: f/0.2, 1/49 segundos
  • Versão da Foto: Versão Original
  • Date Submitted: 2017-05-18 21:10
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Points: 18
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