Within Palmetum Park, a pair of peaceful doves pecked at the ground near the bench on which I sat making notes. I had come seeking birds and butterflies, and the doves were most obliging. Eyeing me wa...
Clear sky, mellow cricket songs, and the rousing “chow-chow-chows” and rollicking warbles of a male chowchilla blasting at high volume in the rainforest behind our Paluma Dreaming unit gre...
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...
Silence, I have discovered, is a rare commodity in the tropical night. With the passing of the Wet, frog operas have ceased, and thus, the dark hours are starker, no longer vibrating with wild rain-wo...