Snowy January Down Big Oak Lane

This is a photo of my snow-covered street that I snapped exactly one year ago today.
 Since I have been photographing this same street frequently over the past week or two, I decided to do something a little different today and have a  little fun with the image; playing around with a few editing tools and "spicing things up" a little by giving it more of an artsy, oil painting-ey appearance.
I really like the results...and I think I may do even more of these in the future. :)

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