FEATHERED LIGHT

After setting up camp in the Canterbury High Country, headed up a nearby ridge to catch the last light of the day. The sunset was putting on a pretty incredible show, I was busy taking it all in when this curious little Kea arrived to see who had wandered into his neck of the woods.

He hopped up onto a rock nearby and seemed completely unbothered by my presence. As he sat there looking back at me, the evening breeze ruffled his feathers, and the last of the sunlight lit them up with a golden glow.

For a moment, it almost felt like he was posing for the photo.

I went up the ridge expecting to photograph the landscape and came away with a shot entirely unexpected