Remembering Robert Frost’s Snowy Evening

The Property Behind my Parents' Home in High Ridge, Missouri

The Property Behind my Parents’ Home in High Ridge, Missouri

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   
My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   
He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
I know–I have posted Robert Frost’s immortal words on previous blogs.  But this poem surged through me as evening arrived and I stood at the backside of my parents’ property during the Thanksgiving break and gazed upon this tree laden with snow and the broken down fence beneath it.   All I could think of was the lament of Robert Frost–his wish to visit the snowy woods, but obligations preventing him, so he could only imagine the possibilities.  It was Thanksgiving.  I was out of school.  I was seven hundred miles from home.  Nothing prevented me from standing in this winter wonderland and exploring the surroundings.  This is my third and final plein air watercolor sketch of my holiday season, and I did it with gladness in my heart.
This 5 x 7″ watercolor is matted in white and installed in a wooden 8 x 10″ frame with glass.  I am offering it for $50, grateful to Robert Frost for giving me the inspiration to sketch this composition.
Thanks for reading.
I paint in order to remember.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.
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2 Responses to “Remembering Robert Frost’s Snowy Evening”

  1. coreyaber Says:

    David it sounds like you had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday. I really like these small studies–the way you capture trees is so interesting, even more noticeably so as I’ve tried a few times to do some studies in your style–and your last few posts resonate. This is one of my favorite poems. So short and potent.

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    • davidtripp Says:

      Thank you, Corey for looking and always commenting so affirmingly. I have fallen off the blog reading and commenting habit because my two campuses are keeping me covered up in deadlines this spring. It’s been awful. I’ve always been inspired by your daily drivenness in watercolor and anxiously intend to return to your blogs so I may continue to follow your example.

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