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    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To… Read More
    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; (Robert Frost) Read Less
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(Ongoing project)
Going through all my photos, I realized that there is something about roads that intrigues me. Probably, because they remind me of all the places I've been and the places I have yet to discover. It doesn't even mean being behind the wheel: I'm not, since I can't drive. It's something more symbolic than that. 
 
It just means being
 
So I decided to put all those photos in one place, hoping that this will a long project. If I'm lucky, a never-ending one. 
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 
(Robert Frost)
Russia, Winter 2013-14
Barcelona, Fall 2010
Russia, Winter 2013-14