Can be fun. Can be danger. Can be adventure.
Must be something. Otherwise, what’s the point of looking forward to the road ahead?
That’s the normal point of view. Like in Gregs’s post here, also titled “The Road Ahead” (Greg, sorry, I’m stealing your photo) :
Now, you won’t be surprised to discover that the road below was painted by a Russian artist.. This road does not offer you anything. The bar is lifted. You may go, drive, cycle along. But there’s nothing there, except just more of the same road, cold, and the sun that never reaches the land you’d be driving through.
The title of the painting is also The Road Ahead. If the artist (Petr Ossovsky) lived at the times of Fedor Dostoyevsky, they would have been a wonderful couple.
This painting is a song about Russia in winter. A sad song, but a song nonetheless.
Next time you’re out and about, when you want to paint or photograph a road, think about the road’s promise. There must be one.