Whose woods these are I think I know. (mine)
His house is (…behind me) though;
He will not see me stopping here (?)
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Images taken 10/13/15 and today, 2/5/16.
(Published without permission, but gratitude to Robert Frost.)
As usual, click on the images for a closer look, and thanks for viewing. Comments are always welcome. M 🙂
Thanks, R. 🙂
Nice . . . you should try an animation from one to the other.
EJ: Better than that: a while back, like well before i-phones and even computers, I dreamed of making a time lapse film of a cross-country auto trip – Atantic to Pacific – starting with the driver walking slowely (real time) out of the Atlantic at Coney Island, getting into the car…and simularily walking into the Pacific at Cliff House, SF., the whole thing edited to include every bit of the way, presented in daylight only, varying the “speed ” based on the horizon distance, and including a simulated speedometer/odometer at the bottom of the frame.
Got some spare time, a little computer/camera savvy and a few loose screws? Cut the finished product to 90 mins and it might even be marketable! M 🙂
But, yeah . . . that would be neat and a lot of work.
90 minutes in today’s world? Methinks maybe 9 minutes, and even then you’ll lose most viewers. We live in a Minute-Rice world, remember.
lovely and one of my very favorite poems 🙂
Thanks, and in the “falling through the cracks” category, I only realized today that I was NOT following your blog. You’ve left so many wonderful replys on my site, and I just took it for granted. That has changed as of today, and a brief sampling confirms I’ve missed a stunning body of work from your postings – and… will be enjoying the adventure though the archives in the weeks ahead. Thanks always for your comments. M 🙂
Thanks for the follow- and so nice of you to catch up! glad you’re here 🙂