This morning, I cycled Townsville’s Ross River Parkway as though gathering memories to last a lifetime. The paved path was damp from overnight rain, its green verges irregularly peppered with ...
Until I came to Townsville, ‘steamy darkness’ was a term I’d only encountered in novels. This morning, I ran and walked in it, until the slow approach of dawn stole away darkness and rain washed...
This morning, when I began my running/walking at 5:35 a.m., city street lights still shone and the first cars were arriving at the golf club. I looked for bats flying east after their nightly foray fo...
In the early morning light, when I set off from our new residence to sample the birding in Rosslea, it seemed as though giants guarded the corner of our street. One was a huge paperbark tree shedding ...