Thinking Ahead to Tassie

In the golden light of early morning, I ran and walked beside a river turned to amethyst and next to the lush green of the golf club, wherein plumed whistling ducks and little corellas called greeting...

A Bower, Black Saturday, and Black Flying Foxes

Early this morning, I rose from sleep and headed to the Ross River Parkway for a bash of birding, the highlight of which was sighting a great bowerbird – fawn-coloured with a brown, grey-scalloped d...

Impressions of Townsville

On my morning run/walk, poinciana flowers were drenched flames strewn across dark pavement, and a black lab romped through pools of water adjacent to the path, enjoying the residue of last night’s d...