In Bicentennial Park this morning, tiny biting midges attacked me with their pinpoints of fire, leaving my skin dotted with red splotches far more obvious than the minute insects that caused them. Mos...
This morning, the Ross River lay like satin painted in shades of sky and trees, its surface faintly rippled by gentle breeze and the movements of water birds – magpie geese, Pacific black ducks, egr...
A brief downpour awakened me in early morning’s darkness, its thrumming on the metal roof persistent, yet somehow comforting. A few minutes later, my 5 a.m. alarm rang, jolting me into groggy ac...
In mid-afternoon, armed with umbrellas to ward off the sun, Vilis and I strolled through Townsville’s Cultural Festival 2010, a five-day exhibition of North Queensland multiculturalism held in S...