Tuesday, October 14, 2008


My mom taught me to love stories, poetry, and sayings growing up. She always had a saying or song for everything. When you are young...it's mostly annoying. But then you find that you've grown up and your saying the exact same things! :) I learned to love the pome *Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening* by Robert Frost and it has become one of my all time favorites. I decided to try to take a photo I had previously taken and make it into how the poem made me feel...and how I pictured it in my mind. It's far from perfect but I think with time I can improve it and make it even better. :)

*Stopping by the woods on 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."

~Robert Frost

ps. It's suppose to appear dreamlike...I need to have the feeling of it being darker outside and yet still be able to see the woods. I haven't learned how to do that yet. :)