In the night, intermixed with the fortissimo percussion of rain on the metal roof, I heard a sound I could not identify, a sound resembling a deep, burring back-up signal on a vehicle, or some repetit...
Early this morning, Mount Stuart was caught in cloud, its towers spectres in the mist. Rain had fallen overnight, its remnants speckling the windshield as Vilis drove the Kia south through the city to...
In early morning, Vilis and I drove south and west from Rosslea toward Mount Stuart, the long, rugged peak rearing into the sky behind James Cook University. A black kite flew alongside us for part of...
This morning, a rising tide of corella voices lifted against the dawn as a I cycled past the golf club, my garage-sale bicycle granting me greater freedom to explore the river park. Cockatoos, corella...