They said there was nothing to photograph.  They said it was a boring country road.  They said it could not work on a misty morning.  

But I went out.

And I took this picture...

Because they are merely voices in my mind.  They are critics without reason.  They are voices of reason in a world of dreams...

They are needed sometimes.

But sometimes we need to listen to the voice of unreason. 

Because all breakthroughs are made by unreasonable people - people who hear other voices, voices that come from deep inside, from forgotten selves - voices that tell them to keep going when it does not make logical sense.

The voices that actually matter - because they are not "theirs", they are "ours".