At 6:40 p.m., Vilis and I changed our clothes to go out on the town, hunting nightlife. We pulled on long pants and long-sleeved shirts and tucked flashlights into our pockets. A duet of barking owls ...
While working at my desk facing a window with a view out into the rather tangled vegetation of our yard, I have, over the three months we have so far resided in Rosslea, been distracted by many things...
Silence, I have discovered, is a rare commodity in the tropical night. With the passing of the Wet, frog operas have ceased, and thus, the dark hours are starker, no longer vibrating with wild rain-wo...
When visiting the Melbourne Museum last month, I was mesmerized by the gorgeous butterfly displays. I stared longingly at brilliant green and black male birdwings and thought If only… This morning, ...