November 27th

Posted on November 28, 2011

I could shoot across this harbor for days.

As I was sitting outside tonight (about 38* outside, quite cold), waiting for my camera to close the shutter on a 3 minute exposure, I looked around, to the trees to my right, and a bit by Robert Frost popped into my mind. I’m not much of a poetry guy, but my roommate’s unfailing repeat readings of this one has really ignited my love for it.

So, for those of you just about to head off to bed:

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

See you in the morning, Casey.