While darkness still lay thick on Townsville, I rose from sleep and began to systematically clean and tidy the entire house, like a male great bowerbird straightening his bower and rearranging its dec...
Clear sky, mellow cricket songs, and the rousing “chow-chow-chows” and rollicking warbles of a male chowchilla blasting at high volume in the rainforest behind our Paluma Dreaming unit gre...
With the sky a mix of sun and cloud above us on this ANZAC Day, Vilis and I headed north from Townsville along the Queensland coast. When discussing possible excursions for the weekend, Vilis had told...
In an echo of the Wet, rain poured down onto Townsville this morning, bouncing off the streets while Vilis and I completed our regular weekend shopping and purchased a few extra items for our planned ...