…Dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep…
It was about impossible to get Robert Frost’s famed poem out of my head on Saturday! Mom and I recently joined a local photography club, and our first outing was to shoot photos in the woods at on a trail at the American Chestnut Land Trust. We kept giggling about how we weren’t exactly “nature girls” — um, I’ll take the air conditioning and a nice glass of iced tea over a hike any time — but we’re trying to be adventurous, spontaneous and improve our photography.
And it was awesome! Everything was so lush and green, and we really enjoyed hanging out with the club members and learning some new techniques. I’m looking forward to attending the June meeting and getting a little better with my PowerShot G6! Yeah, I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing… but I’m having fun. And I got to spend some “pensive,” reflective time thinking about poetry! And communing with nature, sensing my place in the universe. How very existential.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.