A Day at JCU

In mid-morning, I cycled to James Cook University, with heat radiating off the bitumen path in the Ross River Parkway and the river itself throwing me rich, wet smells. At the uni, I wandered the camp...

The Wet and James Cook University

At 3 a.m., I was awake, a victim of my body’s inability to adjust to the 14-hour time difference between Queensland and Nova Scotia. In the bathroom, miniscule ants less than 2 millimetres long form...