Bush Portraits III

At 5 a.m., daylight began tugging away at the blanket of darkness over Townsville, bringing with it clear skies and birdsong in an eclectic collection of voices that included  the sweetly husky tremo...

Bush Portraits II

Early this morning I strode past the rich green of rain-fed vegetation on the Townsville Golf Club beneath dark periwinkle clouds decorated with tufts of white. From Bicentennial Park, I watched the t...

Bush Portraits I

Torrid heat poured down onto Townsville, causing me to ooze copious amounts of sweat as I washed walls and ceilings and scrubbed grout between shower stall tiles with a soapy toothbrush. I think I ...

Thinking Ahead to Canberra

Just beyond sunrise, dew lay in shining throw rugs tossed over Townsville’s lawns and parkway, the sky above clear except for horizon-hugging clouds. To the north, white mounds of cumulus rose a...