My heart is filled with an overwhelming feeling of reverence, gratitude and awe when I’m in Fiordland. It triggered something inside of me years ago, something that couldn’t be shaken. The slick granite faces that glow in the light after fresh rainfall, looming peaks that stretch overhead, valleys so steep that light is not permitted to enter within. This is my home and one part of the world I’m most familiar with.
Fiordland, New Zealand