The Adventures of a Field Biologist and Boy Explorer
Refuge in a Flower and its Bee
While conducting casual research on one of my favorite flowers, I discovered something intrinsic to nature: escape and respite. (My latest essay for The Boston Globe.)
Be the Flame and the Moth
The profound diversity of life on Earth — flying now to your doorstep.
Silent Spring at 60
Were it published today, would Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring have had the same impact? My essay for The Boston Sunday Globe.
War and Nature
As a biologist here in the relative safety of New England, I’m struggling to reconcile the new life of spring emerging from the horrific shadows of Russia’s war on Ukraine.
Since last autumn I’ve been photographing fallen pandemic masks. Performance art? Pandemic zeitgeist? You decide.
The Eagle and the Gull
An exceedingly rare eagle and a gull at sea. Alone and away from the crowds, I more enjoyed the gull.
Sex and Light
On the shortest day of the year, when most of us turn toward the light, I seek out creatures of the dark: moths mating in the cold.
Birdwatching’s Carbon Problem
A moral question for birdwatchers and others who enjoy — and simultaneously harm — nature on a warming planet.
My Extra Hour
Time flies — but I have a plan to beat the clock on Sunday when we dial back an hour. I’ll save mine for nature. Here’s an essay for The Boston Globe.
The World on the Wing of a Butterfly
From arctic bogs to southwestern deserts — and lots of places in between — I offer you transcendence on the wing of a tiny butterfly.
A Fading Serenade
My essay, published Sunday in The Boston Globe, about aging as a field biologist — and finding new ways to save wildlife and wild places on a damaged planet.
A Flower’s Reproductive Antics
For two hours we sat beside a trail and did little more than observe how a stately flower reproduces. Our singular task was in part an act of rebellion.