This morning, with the sun teasing me into cycling farther and farther into Bicentennial Park, I visited the great bowerbird avenue bower I first found in January and paused twice to photograph ibises...
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...
In mid-morning, beneath a mix of sun and cloud, Vilis, Janis, and I drove west from Townsville toward Herveys Range, a span of steep-sided hills rearing up and blocking inland grazing lands from the c...
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...