Paths of Perspective

Long planted rows of poplars in peak autumn brilliance appear to form a perfect passage toward the distant light of cleared fields under clouded skies, while the trees to each side appear almost to wall off all else in the world including the sad recognition that these trees would soon be no more, near Boardman, Oregon.

 

As you might imagine, I couldn't help but think of Frost's beloved work as I strolled through this yellow wood, rustling freshly fallen leaves with each step. From this perspective, no paths diverge, but take a few steps any which way and similar geometries repeat in different directions to reveal almost innumerable apparent paths--most with no obvious indication of which would be best. So I chose this path, illusion though it may be, and in "ages hence" I may well even try to convince myself it was "the one less traveled by". Either way, it is one of my favorite simple images from a trip a couple of years ago to see the Boardman Tree Farm at its autumn best before the last of these glorious trees were felled.

 

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