Frank Hendriks Photography:
More hugs, less thugs.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Now, can we all stop being weird-assed people and eat some fucking potato chips from a bag?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign, is solitude.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I keep telling you, nobody wants legs like a stick insect. They want a bottom they can park in a bike in and balance a pint of beer on.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I'm okay once I realize you're here.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Finish each day and be done with it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bees and he told me about the butcher and my wife.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I chose calmness and stillness among a crowd bathing in chaos. I chose happiness over screaming negativity around and I chose to be ME over the temptation of being like somebody else.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us.