A Good Day for Predatory Birds
At dawn, bush stone-curlews and masked lapwings stood silent and still, ghostly figures swathed in mist on the golf course. The rising sun shot golden shafts of light through the mist via gaps between...
Looking Back at Six Months in Australia
Ground fog hung like silver mist over the Townsville Golf Course at dawn, the rising sun a smear of gold above it. The air smelled and felt cool and damp, like summer’s end in Nova Scotia. Today...