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Today’s excursion started at first light when I stashed camping gear and enough food for several days into the skiff, eased away from our home shore on Anchor Bay, and set a course across Haida Strait.
By Richard NelsonDecember 2009How fallen from them, their blood-matted fur, / eyes urine yellow and live with knowledge.
By Dave LucasDecember 2009Global warming is irreversible, Lovelock says: We’ve already pushed the planet past the tipping point. Solar panels and compact fluorescents aren’t going to avert disaster. By the end of this century, he predicts, floods, droughts, violent storms, and melting polar ice caps will make most of the world uninhabitable.
By Sy SafranskyOctober 2009September 2009Nature is by and large to be found out-of-doors, a location where, it cannot be argued, there are never enough comfortable chairs.
Fran Lebowitz
All water is a part of other water. / Cloud talks to lake; mist / speaks quietly to creek.
By Tony HoaglandSeptember 2009Our mission, in both our business and our nonprofit, is to increase respect for the natural world. Creating more-sustainable products and processes is just an extension of that. To learn from nature, you have to become involved with what Wes Jackson calls the “deep conversation.” To learn how to take carbohydrates and water and turn them into a fiber as strong as steel, as a spider does, you go to a spider and respectfully ask, “How are you doing that?” Then you go and try to do it yourself. And when you fail — it’s very hard to do! — you go back to the organism and ask again.
By David KupferSeptember 2009The difficulty is that with the rise of the modern sciences we began to think of the universe as a collection of objects rather than a communion of subjects.
By Thomas BerrySeptember 2009It was a brilliantly sunny October day, and I was driving on Route 100 alongside Vermont’s White River when the driver of the logging truck in front of me slammed on the brakes. I stopped just in time to avoid a collision and saw a great animal floundering in the middle of the road up ahead. Someone had hit a white-tailed deer, a doe.
By Carly ReitsmaSeptember 2009My daughter and I paddle identical red kayaks / across the lake. Pulling hard, we slip easily / through the water.
By David RomtvedtSeptember 2009Rough birds / fit this field, / starlings and crows, / their blue-black wings / against the sheen / of the week-old snow / and the metallic / stubble of corn.
By Keith AlthausSeptember 2009Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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