I do not consider myself unobservant, yet there are places within the region in which I have lived for over 25 years, that seem to have remained hidden from my view despite my having walked or driven by on many occasions. Perhaps it is our state of mind at a given time, that imputes new significance to what has up to that time, been merely ordinary. What ever the reason, I was recently distracted from a planned shoot by this path, stretching mysteriously away into an overgrown background and the words of Robert Frost's poem came to my mind. It would appear that Frost was similarly distracted one winter's evening, by the deep, dark beauty of a forest. Despite the absence of falling snow and my "horse" being a trusty Toyota, there must have been sufficient similarity in my imagination.