ON A BRISK EVENING IN SEPTEMBER, Krista Tippett, host of On Being, gathered with authors and environmental thinkers Robin Wall Kimmerer and Azita Ardakani in a quiet corner of the New York Public ...

EVERYTHING HAS A NATURAL RHYTHM: trees swaying, grass blowing, birds singing. As a dancer, you learn to pay attention to these rhythms, in the world and in your body, and find movements that feel ...

FIVE THOUSAND YEARS AGO, a wounded man fled into the mountains. With an arrowhead embedded deep in his left shoulder, he stumbled into a valley. The somber peaks of Finailspitze and Similaun glared ...

Remember, invasive species did not come along uninvited. The movement of non-native species is anthropogenic. Humans brought these plants and animals across land and sea, across borders and ecosystems ...

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When we write about landscapes we know well and inhabit, it is easy to stop truly seeing and fall into habits surrounding language, image, and form. When this happens, poets need to find ways to ...

In the springtime, beaver culture demands that two-year-old male kits leave their family lodges. And for a time, they become refugees.

BIGFOOT ISN’T REAL, but black bears are—that’s the subtext of a recent study by Dr. Floe Foxon mapping bear populations relative to cryptid sightings. That study, published in 2024, sparked my ...

A CEMETERY SEEMED AN ODD PLACE to contemplate the boundaries of being. Sandwiched between the campus and the interstate, this old burial ground is our cherished slice of nearby nature where the long ...

HEAT WAVES SHIMMER above the grasses, the air heavy and white and ringing with the buzz of cicadas. The boys have been shoeless all summer long, but even so the dry September stubble of 1895 pricks ...

EARLY IN 2004, a buoy was released into the waters off Argentina. Half of the buoy was dark and the other light, like a planet in relief. The buoy sailed east, accompanied by the vastness of the ocean ...

MY WIFE, ELIZABETH, CALLS THEM my girlfriends, a joke that quietly hardened into a fact. When I come home from work in the summer, I go directly to the narrow strip of yard between our house and the ...