Love In The Highountry
There was a flash of colour, red streaking through blue-green. Eden’s gaze followed as it danced through shining gum leaves. She stepped on dried twigs that cracked underfoot and dodged a low-hanging branch. The rosellas settled on a large tree fern and nibbled the unfurling fronds. Crackling sounded through the bush as the birds snapped through the delicate young leaves.
Eden carefully focused the lens, and a rosella filled the viewfinder. She set the shutter speed and aperture for the current lighting and was able to capture a series of shots. She studied the birds, lost for a second in their beauty and glorious colouring. If only she could get a close-up of one of the birds, with the others blurred in the background.
She walked silently into the forest of tree
