Writing posts forwards and backwards in time, I realized that Vilis captured far more exquisite photos on our trip to the Alice Springs area than I can possibly include in the post dates corresponding...
Within Townsville, the Ross River curves and twists like a serpent seeking the ocean. Its edges are bordered with the lush green of the river parkway, and its waters neatly divided into fresh and brac...
This morning, I felt rather forlorn at having to miss a James Cook University afternoon seminar about ‘zombie’ ants due to an appointment. However, much to my delight, ABC Radio National r...
This morning, I took on the role of cyclist support, agreeing to drive up Mount Stuart a half hour after Vilis began his cycling ascent, in order to retrieve him at the top, bottom, or at whatever poi...