I stole quietly into Townsville’s tropical dawn, the songs of a brush cuckoo and olive-backed oriole drawing me forth, the two vocalizations so different yet now so familiar – the brush cuckoo...
Again this morning, cloud blanketed the sky over Townsville, it grey denseness a welcome sight offering reprieve from the sun. The shapes of birds and messy, curved leaves of palm trees loomed stark a...
Satiated from the richness of the Daintree and Great Barrier Reef, Vilis and I eased back, strolling peacefully through the Cairns Botanic Gardens early this morning, and then spending an hour in the ...
Morning dew lay like silver velvet on lawns and the river meadows of the Annandale Wetlands as I cycled the parkway just after sunrise, evading the later heat promised by clear skies. I wasn’t t...