Writing posts forwards and backwards in time, I realized that Vilis captured far more exquisite photos on our trip to the Alice Springs area than I can possibly include in the post dates corresponding...
Within Townsville, the Ross River curves and twists like a serpent seeking the ocean. Its edges are bordered with the lush green of the river parkway, and its waters neatly divided into fresh and brac...
This morning, I took on the role of cyclist support, agreeing to drive up Mount Stuart a half hour after Vilis began his cycling ascent, in order to retrieve him at the top, bottom, or at whatever poi...
Yesterday afternoon, the sky fairly roiled with brooding unpredictability while parkway birds fed, courted, and squabbled frenetically. I expected rain in the night, which we received, but not in the ...