Again last evening, the sound of steady rain lulled me to sleep, as did soothing melodies sung by frogs ensconced in our yard. I’ve identified only three frog species – green tree frog, orna...
This morning, as I strolled the Ross River Parkway in Townsville, poincianas painted scarlet onto feathery green, and huge, bare sandbars lay exposed in the river. Clouds brooded overhead, only fragil...
After light rain in the night, the rainforest at Mulligan Falls exuded moisture, creating a steamy atmosphere that pervaded our clothes and senses. Sweat beaded from our skin even before we began hiki...
