Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Two years have passed since those dark days, and as the emotional turmoil has dissipated, I revisit these photographs with new eyes. What once encapsulated my struggle now reveals a quiet warmth, an unexpected beauty that emerged from the darkness. The images, once a reflection of inner desolation, have become a testament to resilience and the passage of time, inviting a reconsideration of how pain can evolve into something serene and even captivating.Two winters ago, my life was marked by profound upheaval. In the face of uncertainty and a deep sense of displacement, I longed to break free from the stifling environment that surrounded me. In my desperation, I sought refuge in the north. One night, as I photographed in the dim, snow-laden forest, a line of poetry surfaced in my mind: “The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” It was a haunting reminder — the journey was far from over, and there were still countless miles to traverse.