It was a week after our arrival in Australia that Vilis and I realized that the short, densely-foliaged trees forming tangled borders along the Ross River and Ross Creek, beside which we walked or ran...
In late morning, I cycled to Riverway Arts Centre in Pioneer Park, lured by the prospect of an exhibition of Environmental Art at the free-to-the-public Pinnacles Art Gallery. Feeling as though I’m ...
“I’m a drover, right? I move the cattle from A to B. Allright, I work on commission. No man hires me; no man fires me. Everything I own I can fit in my saddlebag, which is the way I like i...
In mid-morning, I cycled to the Ross River Bush Gardens simply to feel my legs pedaling and see what was out in the world. I observed no new bird species, but contentedly listed my familiar avian acqu...