Frank Hendriks Photography:
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
There should be a moral there, but for the life of me I can't see one.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship — but the loneliness of the soul in it's appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
No fun - for anybody.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When the smack begins to flow, then I really don't care anymore about all the jim-jims in this town.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Charm needs to be fleeting. Nothing could be less palatable than a museum-city propped up by prosthetic devices of concrete.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I looked around curiously. It seemed that I was the only visitor.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
A city of squalls, foggy mornings, intervals of blue and white. A city of readers, coffee drinkers, kissers on sidewalks, sad faces at wet windows. A city of umbrellas, woolen scarves, raincoats, cigarettes, wineglasses, cognac.