July 30, 2010 7:59am This puts me in mind of Robert Frost it does... 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.
May 31, 2010 3:55am The juxtaposition of these two models is beautifully accomplished. The contrasting physiques and wardrobes are wonderful - the setting is superb. I have no idea what is going on here, but can stare at this image all day long. It is really, really beautiful and fun to look at.