Chris. Our friendship began with photography and excuses to get outside— a thread that continues on today. In the summer of 2019 we hiked 100 miles together in 6 weeks. We stayed in tents together and picked up each other’s rolls at Keller’s. We ate pho, thai, and hot pot with Tiff, and hung out with Bessie and Winston. I watched you follow a deep resonance that was pulling you from the path that you were on. You heeded the call. You send me poetry. You’re a wonderful writer. You’re open to change, to growth, something I admire you for. You’ve always told it to me like it is. Honesty that seems hard to find. That second photo, you probably don’t even remember that day. But I do. You helped me work a lot of shit out. Thank you. Happy 30th Birthday, Chris. I’m grateful for you.