I stole quietly into Townsville’s tropical dawn, the songs of a brush cuckoo and olive-backed oriole drawing me forth, the two vocalizations so different yet now so familiar – the brush cuckoo...
Western Australia, Day 15 Townsville: Weary of revisions to my blog, I abandoned my laptop in late afternoon to stride through Bicentennial Park, feeling as though I was floating in limbo between past...
Western Australia, Day 10 Townsville: A wedding party stood beneath the majestic rain trees at the corner of the Townsville Golf Club in late afternoon. The white-clad bride and her groom were small, ...
This morning, while Vilis and Janis cycled the rough overgrown track along the base of the Many Peaks Range, I quickly checked out the Townsville Town Common Conservation Park wetlands, forest, and fr...