In early morning, piles of freshly chipped bark mulch lay steaming in the cool air of Anderson Park Botanical Gardens. Dew spread silver moisture over the park’s spacious lawns decorated with gr...
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...
In early afternoon, unexpected rain pounded down onto Rosslea, leaving dark, moist soil, damp pavement, and curbside strips of water in its wake. I walked after the rain ceased, sucking in lungfuls of...
In early morning, I sped into and through Bicentennial Park on my bike as though chased by some dark pursuer. Time, perhaps. Each day in this country races by, our days in Australia already totalling ...