Frank Hendriks Photography:
It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I brought the Beetle to life with a roar. Well. Not really a roar. A Volkswagen Bug doesn't roar. But it sort of growled...
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
To this generation I would say: Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It made you feel very small, very lost, and yet it was not altogether depressing, that feeling.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It conveyed irresistibly the idea that life - animal life - was not the only thing that could pass away.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
In the book of every man's life there is a page which he would wish to keep turned down.
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The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Some stories last many centuries, others only a moment. All alter over that lifetime like beach-glass, grow distant and more beautiful with salt.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Music is liquid architecture; architecture is frozen music.