It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
now it's time to be the doer--to strive valiantly. to get in the arena and shoot the things that I feel strongly about. to tell stories. or make stories. to listen. to fail only after daring greatly. to give every bit of my dust, sweat, blood. to give all and not halfway. to make beautiful art. the stuff that makes you feel something. and not care so much about what everyone else thinks about it, but to put out there the stuff that has my guts in it.
let's compare a whole lot less and do a whole lot more.
a few images I didn't ever get around to sharing from last fall.