Last evening, the Townsville mountains and hills painted clean, black shapes against a darkening sky washed with gold and orange by the setting sun. This morning, in the fresh light of blue sky and ea...
So often lately, I have felt driven. Driven to run, driven to cycle, driven to write. This morning, I set all that aside and simply walked and looked for birds. Around me, a sweetness pervaded ...
It’s a comforting thought that we sometimes need very little to inspire us to carry on. This morning, it was the calls of peaceful doves sounding like muted horns of a hundred sentinels announci...
There is, I have decided, no one term to describe Railway Estate that immediately paints a clear picture of the Townsville suburb in which Vilis and I lived for our first three weeks in Townsville. I ...