From Townsville To Canberra

At 5:15 a.m. on a Sunday morning, my only companions on the Ross River Parkway were birds – peaceful doves, little corellas, rainbow lorikeets, mynas, stuttering white-gaped honeyeaters, shrill magp...

Thinking Ahead to Canberra

Just beyond sunrise, dew lay in shining throw rugs tossed over Townsville’s lawns and parkway, the sky above clear except for horizon-hugging clouds. To the north, white mounds of cumulus rose a...