Fever Mosquitoes and Dusk on Castle Hill

In the lifting darkness of 5:30 a.m., my bicycle light cast a white beam onto the paved path beside the golf course as I rode south in the Ross River Parkway. Sprinklers on the golf course pushed long...

Notes on Idalia and the Ecology of the Simpson Desert

This morning had the feeling of a late summer morning in Nova Scotia, with crickets strumming their fore-wing violins slowly, and the smell of damp coolness in the air. Grey clouds washed with pink hu...

The Stolen Generations

There was wind this morning, blessed wind that swept over the Ross River Parkway, refreshing me as I ran and seeming to wipe away Townsville’s summer humidity. Drizzle speckled my skin and clothes a...

Dictated by the Wet

I saw my first crocodile warning sign this morning at a concrete boat ramp giving access to the Ross River in Railway Estate. Warning! It shouted. Achtung! The horizontal, yellow sign showed a styliz...