Last Thursday, I turned 42.
As you may already know, I’m going to spend approximately two years as a 42 year old.
I know. I’m a time traveler.
Last Thursday, my wife and I were on a job in Wisconsin. It was three days of corporate headshots, video production and some event photography for a large, international executive head hunting firm.
That’s why it was so quiet last week here at Le Café Witteveen.
Even if it was only a couple hours away, it was still exactly what we like to do: travel to work on the things we love: motion picture and portraits. Had we done environmental portraits, it would have made my heart swoon.
I was on a six-mile run yesterday thinking about life.
Le Café Wittypoots 