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.
by - Robert Frost

This photo was taken by a Minolta Autocord Seikosha-MX (Chiyoko) TLR medium format film camera and Chiyoko Rokkor 1:3.5 & 1:3.2 f=75mm lenses with a Toshiba 49mm SL-1A filter + bayonet adapter using Kodak Portra 400 film, the negative scanned by an Epson Perfection V600 and digitally rendered using Photoshop.