Frank Hendriks Photography:
When once you hear the roses are in bloom, then is the time to pour the wine; palaces and heaven and hell - these are but fairy-tales, forget them all.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
In my youth.... my sacred youth.... in eaves sole sparowe sat not more alone than I.... in my youth, my saucer-deep youth, in my youth, my pimpled, shame-faced, when I dreamed myself a poet.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack: the round world should have shook lions into civil streets, and citizens to their dens.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Probably useless, as flickr no longer shows my photos. But oh well, is that what it's about?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
There is something mystically sad and beautiful about how I will never see you again but meet you again and again in poetry.