When I was a boy nothing seemed to be as fast as I was on my bike, and that I could outrun anything. Mom follows patiently, knowing the secret that he will learn eventually. Time moves fastest of all.
thoughts on innovation, startups, photography and bourbon since 2007
When I was a boy nothing seemed to be as fast as I was on my bike, and that I could outrun anything. Mom follows patiently, knowing the secret that he will learn eventually. Time moves fastest of all.
