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;
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.
The Road Not Traveled, Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Friday, April 28, 2006
the sketcher on the train
check out this piece of beautiful sketch, it is said that the real joy of drawing is in its ability to reflect the artist's perspective more than anything else.
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