I’ve spent the lion’s share of my twenties chasing the feeling of rounding the last corner at the end of a long hike, the first glimpse of the panorama around the switchback, the tunnel opening into expanse, stepping into a space (with months/years of prep, or maybe just seconds of warning) that feels divine. These are the moments where I feel most alive, most human. Moments that remind me to look for the scarcity in the everyday, for it is after all quite a magical thing to be alive no?

Thank you for sharing in these moments with me.

Much love,

Nate Shorman