Maremmas, Sheep, and Wild Dogs

Brilliant sunlight lasered through the sheer curtains of our hotel room at 8 a.m., waking Vilis and me after only four hours of rest following fitful dozing on a flight that eventually departed from T...

Airport Poetry

Today’s sky was a hodgepodge of sun, cloud, and rain as Vilis and I completed a jumble of tasks before leaving for Melbourne. Our taxi arrived at 5:30 p.m. to ferry us to the airport. Its young driv...

Preparing for Tasmania

Today, for the first time since our arrival in Australia, I attempted to maintain and generally succeeded in maintaining a comfortable temperature in our house without the use of air conditioning. I o...

Cotters Market and Geckos

This morning, the Townsville Golf Club course glistened silver with dew, as though an endless bolt of shimmering fabric had been draped over the gentle hills and valleys during the night and left to a...