This tiny titipounamu with his dinner is one of my favourite images from a weekend up in Arthur’s Pass a few years ago. The light was gorgeous but gone inside the forest, painting the outer branches gold but leaving me in deep winter shade. I’d nearly given up on the evening, but couldn’t bring myself to leave the pair of Rifleman foraging around me, flitting past my head to snatch all manner of insects for their dinner. Even the cold ache in my hands was easy to ignore while I could watch them forage, their needle-sharp peeps helping me keep track of them as the light failed. I was content just to watch, snatching the odd underexposed frame here and there when the patterns of beech leaves were nice. This image just worked so well, a little record of a tiny triumph for the titipounamu in the last of the light. And after that, I headed off to snatch my own dinner (which had fewer appendages and wriggled a lot less).