Stepping outdoors in Alice Springs this morning was like arriving in Australia all over again – different climate, different topogropahy, different flora and fauna. Unknown bird songs filled the air...
At 6 a.m., flying foxes painted black, flapping silhouettes against a starry sky lit by a big moon, and blue-winged kookaburras brayed and chortled a raucous welcome to the day. Forty-five minutes lat...
At sunrise, Vilis and I departed from Townsville, our destination Mount Isa near the western border of Queensland, approximately half way to Alice Springs. We headed inland on the Flinders Highway, th...
This morning, I ran in the dimness before good light, the pavement damp from rain, the air thick with humidity, the Australian dawn chorus strong with voices of figbirds, oriole, magpies, and lorikeet...