THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

from THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

by Robert Frost

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.

When I travelled to Ithaca to see Ethan, my son, Amy, my daughter-in-law and Lily, my granddaughter, there are two ways to travel. One is out Rt. 80, the other is out Rt. 17 West. I chose Rt. 17 and was astonished at the scenic views along the way. The photos I took have made all the difference in the reference material I now have for my paintings. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live on this farm? Perhaps some day I will have a house in the country where my children and grandchildren can visit. We could watch the birds, turkeys and deer as my son and his family do... in Ithaca....and I would have more and more scenes to paint.

WHICH ROAD WILL YOU TAKE.....IN LIFE?

SNOW HAD FALLEN SNOW ON SNOW

This painting was done from a photograph I took on the way to visit my son and his family in Ithaca, New York. I planned the trip to coincide with seeing the snow on the barns and the breathtaking views as I drove up Rt. 17 in New York State.

The snow in winter always gives me a sense of peace, warmth and quiet. It is a time for me to slow down, as if I was a hibernating bear... to think, plan and reflect on the year before and the year ahead....when the spring will finally come.
As I was painting, all I could think of was the hymm:
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter long, long ago.
Christina Rosstti (19th C))