Lake Fairfield, Townsville, and Australia’s Kangaroo Meat Industry

Autumn darkness lifted into a late dawn muted by gentle rain. Wanting to explore with my camera, I worked indoors until mid-morning, and then, when the rain became sporadic drizzle, cycled into unknow...

Ross River Meatworks and Queensland’s Pineapple Industry

Tempted outdoors by fresh air and the dawn chorus, I cycled over the Bowen Road bridge and into Idalia, passing kookaburras perched silently on wires above the river, scanning the mudflats and river f...

Beneath Hill 60

At dawn, I pedaled hard for five kilometres to the Nathan Street bridge, and then home again, thinking of the beacon shining at the end of what would be long and intense day of writing. That beacon wa...

Townsville Markets and ‘Going Bush’

Early this morning, dew shimmered like a glistening sheet fitted to the contours of the golf course’s dips and rises. Mist hung over the parkway’s lawns as I ran past Aplin’s Weir, glad to b...