As many of you know, last weekend, I along with fellow lightstalkers and crew, spent the weekend in western Sonoma County and ventured down a road less traveled. The road I am referring to is called Coleman Valley Road.
Coleman Valley Road is approximately 9.8 miles northwest of Santa Rosa, in Occidental, California, just off the Bohemian Highway. This road connects Occidental to the Pacific Coast Highway at Bodega Bay’s Coleman Beach.
Old barns, wide open pastures, wild turkeys, sheep, cows, wildflowers, fresh air, breathtaking seascape vistas and areas blanked with fog are what make Coleman Valley Road a photographer’s dream.
One thing that made this drive extra special was that it was Earth Day. We captured the beauty of this wonderland with our cameras. We took our time, taking in the beauty that surrounded us. Lingering through each turn, and stopping every few minutes in order record this wondrous environment with our cameras.
This adventure reminded me of Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken”. We could have made our way to Bodega Bay via a more busy and touristy route, but we chose a road that was lesser known and not well traveled. I think we encountered more sheep than motorists. However, we were lucky enough to encounter a classic car club and there Model-T’s.
Taking the road less traveled has made all the difference for me. Capturing the beauty through my lens of lesser known parts, I can share with you the beauty and wonder of the Western Sonoma Coast. Thank you, Jamie, Jane, Levi, and of course #Louie and Poochie for sharing this experience with me!
The Road Not Taken Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
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.