It seemed a gentle afternoon, the sweet cries of a toddler in a playground blending with the serenity of the Ross River lying still and placid beneath its lily pads and edgings of water hyacinth. Clou...
In late afternoon, cloud like purple cotton batten painted a soft backdrop for flaring palm fronds and soaring rain trees. A myna chirped and muttered from an overhead wire, while a yellow-throated mi...
The times, they are a-changing. Cool air swept over Townsville during the night, causing me to don a light jacket when I walked to the news outlet in early morn. By the time the clock advanced past no...
The squabbling screeches of feeding bats woke me in the dark of 5 a.m., at which time I also heard the wails of bush stone-curlews pealing out into the long mid-May night. An hour later, darkness lift...