Gathering Ross River Parkway Memories

This morning, I cycled Townsville’s Ross River Parkway as though gathering memories to last a lifetime.  The paved path was damp from overnight rain, its green verges irregularly peppered with ...

Images from Railway Estate, Townsville

There is, I have decided, no one term to describe Railway Estate that immediately paints a clear picture of the Townsville suburb in which Vilis and I lived for our first three weeks in Townsville. I ...

Fever Mosquitoes and Dusk on Castle Hill

In the lifting darkness of 5:30 a.m., my bicycle light cast a white beam onto the paved path beside the golf course as I rode south in the Ross River Parkway. Sprinklers on the golf course pushed long...

Notes on Idalia and the Ecology of the Simpson Desert

This morning had the feeling of a late summer morning in Nova Scotia, with crickets strumming their fore-wing violins slowly, and the smell of damp coolness in the air. Grey clouds washed with pink hu...