There are Canadian trees that tear at my soul – white pines in Canadian Shield country, their flaring, wind-swept boughs dancing power against stormy skies; paper birches, the beauties of the boreal...
Dawn at the campground in Mount Field National Park presented a cacophony of sounds – the mad laughter of kookaburras, the “kussicks” of green rosellas and squawking harangues of sulphur...
