At 9 a.m., beneath drizzly skies and cloud battening down unseasonably warm air, I checked on the skirted stinkhorns I discovered yesterday. The fruiting stalk which I had presumed to have erupted in ...
Like a damp shroud, fog and drizzle obscured clear views of autumn-tinted trees this morning. A duck in flight was a silent, winged torpedo, its body a blurred silhouette smeared by mist. A flock of a...
Leaving behind days of rain that drenched lawns and gardens in northern Nova Scotia, Vilis and I flew away from sunrise early this morning, westward to Calgary. Cloud obscured much of the Canadian lan...
Again this morning, rain spilled down onto King Country, shrouding conical volcanic hills and serrated ridges. Mist rose from copses of trees, and the Whanganui River ran higher and browner tha...