Ross River, Low Tide

Within Townsville, the Ross River curves and twists like a serpent seeking the ocean. Its edges are bordered with the lush green of the river parkway, and its waters neatly divided into fresh and brac...

‘Zombie’ Ants

This morning, I felt rather forlorn at having to miss a James Cook University afternoon seminar about ‘zombie’ ants due to an appointment. However, much to my delight, ABC Radio National r...

Tackling Mount Stuart

This morning, I took on the role of cyclist support, agreeing to drive up Mount Stuart a half hour after Vilis began his cycling ascent, in order to retrieve him at the top, bottom, or at whatever poi...

Signs for an Early Wet

Yesterday afternoon, the sky fairly roiled with brooding unpredictability while parkway birds fed, courted, and squabbled frenetically. I expected rain in the night, which we received, but not in the ...