StevenBrisson:
Architecture starts when you carefully put two bricks together. There it begins. (Explore, #7)
StevenBrisson:
The whole point of being alive is to evolve into the complete person you were intended to be.
StevenBrisson:
Men must live and create...live to the point of tears.
StevenBrisson:
The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn.
StevenBrisson:
Let me look upward into the branches of the flowering oak and know that it grew great and strong because it grew slowly & well.
StevenBrisson:
I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.
StevenBrisson:
Long on the wave reflected lustres play.
StevenBrisson:
From a worldly point of view, there is no mistake so great as that of being always right.
StevenBrisson:
When I look down, I miss all the good stuff...when I look up, I just trip over things.
StevenBrisson:
Man cannot aspire if he looked down; if he rise, he must look up.
StevenBrisson:
Museums and art stores are sources of pleasure and inspiration.
StevenBrisson:
It takes both rain and sunshine to make a rainbow.
StevenBrisson:
City by the Bay: #2 of 3
StevenBrisson:
Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world. (Explore, #20)
StevenBrisson:
Look & think before opening the shutter...the heart & mind are the true lens of the camera.
StevenBrisson:
This city is what it is because our citizens are what they are. (Explore, #378)
StevenBrisson:
All I need is my one star in the sky, to wish for you everyday.
StevenBrisson:
iPhone: Fall in Chicago
StevenBrisson:
The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination.
StevenBrisson:
City by the Bay: #3 of 3
StevenBrisson:
Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.
StevenBrisson:
Sometimes life has a way of putting us on our backs to force us to look up.
StevenBrisson:
Ch-ch-ch-changes...
StevenBrisson:
The camera relieves us of the burden of memory.
StevenBrisson:
It's not what a picture is of, it’s what it is about.
StevenBrisson:
Every mile is two in winter.
StevenBrisson:
That sweet city with her dreaming spires.
StevenBrisson:
We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us.