From Townsville To Canberra

At 5:15 a.m. on a Sunday morning, my only companions on the Ross River Parkway were birds – peaceful doves, little corellas, rainbow lorikeets, mynas, stuttering white-gaped honeyeaters, shrill magp...

Ross River Parkway, and a Taste of Aussie Basketball

In the new light of sunrise, I cycled leisurely in Townsville’s Ross River Parkway, the sky above me nearly clear, only wisps of white-grey cloud marring its blue expanse. A light breeze rustled...

Cyclone Preparations, the Decade-long Drought, and Mosquito Manipulations

This morning, while I walked in Townsville’s Bicentennial Park, the sun rose above city and Ross River as an eye-searing ball of molten gold. Before noon, I rushed outdoors to snatch laundry off...

Sugarcane Sorrows

In the day’s first light, frog songs rolled into the new week in a tide of deep, rubber-band twangs, rough buzzes, and high, rolling trills. The past weekend in Townsville was balmy rather than ...