In early morning, I sped into and through Bicentennial Park on my bike as though chased by some dark pursuer. Time, perhaps. Each day in this country races by, our days in Australia already totalling ...
A Mennonite preacher I once knew described Sunday as a day for worship, rest, and play. I would add another item to the list. Birding. Or, to make it more general, exploring nature. After a quick brea...
Under a mid-morning mix of cloud and sun, Vilis, Janis, and I drove north from Townsville through open savannah woodland and fields of sugarcane to Ingham, and then headed west toward Girringun Nation...
In fresh, positively cool morning air, a quartet of rainbow lorikeets raced across blue sky, with sunlight painting their rainbow colours vivid shades of green, red, blue, orange, and yellow. They, li...