All is tenses … ‘the road taken’ is past tense, the road not taken is some sort of future. Possibly not.
So, on with the show and to heck with philosophy. Here, have a nice road—
—crossing a footpath. You’ll notice the almost desperate efforts on the part of the park management to (a) protect the individual users from themselves (“Hail to thee, blithe spirit~!”)(memo to self: what is a ‘blithe’?), and (b) to hopefully get themselves off the hook with the NZ ‘Public Safety’ laws if some goat still manages to get himself squelched*.
The seagulls have discovered that duckling (in season) beats fish any day. And in the Queens Park duckpond there’s been a very low survival rate of ducklings over the last few years (I got some heart-stopping shots of ‘lings under aerial attack, and their evasive tactics, and one particular pursuit that ended happily although it was a near run thing).
So here above we have an ambush set for a wee fleet of unthinking young duck-burgers on the hoof. Web. Whatever.
And here below is why the ambush wasn’t sprung, the gulls just stood around whistling in innocent nonchalance—
—the parent ducks had learned the value of the Convoy System. Ducklings were under close and vigilant escort; and the gulls have very great respect for angered parent ducks. Trust me on this one—so the wet roads are taken still.
a road may be taken, as in the eternally springing hope of reaching for the stars—
—a challenge that in this case was nipped in the bud by the enthusiasm of a park employee doing his thing on a mower. Taking a road doesn’t necessarily mean arriving …
I couldn’t resist this one. A road that takes you to the Rotunda.
From the other side in another season it looks like this—
And now it’s lunch, followed by a wee stroll with camera in hand; time for me to take to the road.
* Don’t knock it—I saw some young … goats … do a high-speed beautifully executed slalom around those very obstacles on skateboards once. (Perhaps anti-tank ditches would be an acceptable addition) (if wide enough).