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...
Writing posts forwards and backwards in time, I realized that Vilis captured far more exquisite photos on our trip to the Alice Springs area than I can possibly include in the post dates corresponding...
In the cold freshness of the desert dawn, pied butcherbirds, white-plumed honeyeaters, and yellow-throated miners serenaded Vilis and me into wakefulness in the campground at Trephina Gorge. In the ni...