In still-dim light just past dawn, I cycled the parkway to Aplin’s Weir, revelling in my freedom of motion and in the chorus of birdsong awakening the city of Townsville. Magpie geese honked nas...
Within Townsville, the Ross River curves and twists like a serpent seeking the ocean. Its edges are bordered with the lush green of the river parkway, and its waters neatly divided into fresh and brac...
Morning light lured me beyond the house walls, as though inviting me to dance with the dawn. I strode quickly to Bicentennial Park, spotting a sacred kingfisher sunning on a wire. Within the park, a m...