The Road Not Taken
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.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
Mama and Patrick looking at the names on a bench in the park.
Mama doing some gymnast shit. :P
The swamp
PRETTY TREE!
When I was a kid, I went to a friend's birthday at the park. While we were there, it started to rain. We kids were playing in the rain and we found this spot...back then you could get to it and there wasn't a big piece of lumber in the way. Anyway, we got on the top of this little hill on a trash bag....and we mudslided down. It was fun as fucking hell.
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This is my favorite shot that I took.
Cypress Creek
Some sort of bird.
Patrick on the bridge with his hands in his pockets so he won't stratch his balls. I'm dead ass serious.
He's Just Not That Into You Daily Wake-Up Call
"If he's sleeping with someone else without your knowledge or encouragement, he is not only behaving like a man who's just not that into you, he's behaving like a man who doesn't even like you that much."