The Road Not Taken
With a wrenching tear and fingers that grasp I stepped out of an old way that was all I had ever known...
There are times in life when we stand face to face with choices to be made. Choices mean change and not something arrived at easily but continuity requires change. To be present requires a continuous adjustment to stay current with our world and our lives. Sometimes our station in life remains static while change happens incrementally on the inside. Often it isn’t until something moves in upon us and forces change from the outside, that we recognize, we are no longer the same internally.
To walk away from a career that was both employment and a way of life for as long as I can remember has necessitated an ongoing transition. The transformation has left me alternately disconcerted and galvanized. The pendulum swings revealing to me more and more of who I am and am not.
"To thine own self be true" ~ Shakespeare
Polonius's last piece of advice to his son Laertes
There is almost an overwhelming sense of trepidation as I have embarked on an odyssey that probably won’t be understood by many of my friends and quite possibly my family. Self discovery has revealed many things to me that I won’t discuss here and now and maybe never. What all of this leads me to is that there burns a relentless passion to be the best people photographer that money can’t buy. Capturing the stories of people’s lives through the eye of my lens. Then revealing and retelling them through the digital mediums and canvasses that technology would present us with making memories unforgettable.
Below is a lifelong favorite poem of mine that sums up sooooo many of my thoughts of life’s journey to this point.
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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