The early sun was still gentle when I strolled into Bicentennial Park in pursuit of birds, recording all that I saw and heard. Many familiar acquaintances – flashy magpies and magpie-larks, hissing ...
There are Canadian trees that tear at my soul – white pines in Canadian Shield country, their flaring, wind-swept boughs dancing power against stormy skies; paper birches, the beauties of the boreal...
In the clear light of early morning, I cycled hard through Townsville’sBicentennial Park, revelling in the cool breeze and songs of birds – mynas, peaceful dove, magpie-larks, golden-headed ci...
Early this morning, dew shimmered like a glistening sheet fitted to the contours of the golf course’s dips and rises. Mist hung over the parkway’s lawns as I ran past Aplin’s Weir, glad to b...