Galahs

Warm wind caressed my bare legs as I walked past the golf course, the sun’s rays still at burning intensity even though dusk would fall within an hour. The practice lawn was littered with golf b...

Ross River Weirs, Townsville

In late afternoon, the Ross River ran blue and full, its surface flecked with small waves whipped up by wind, the incoming tide pushing a blend of salt and fresh water upstream through Bicentennial Pa...

Townsville’s Archaeology

In late afternoon, cloud like purple cotton batten painted a soft backdrop for flaring palm fronds and soaring rain trees. A myna chirped and muttered from an overhead wire, while a yellow-throated mi...