Bryan's Posts About Living and Dying
Walking, Limping, Sitting
On the occasion of my total knee replacement, here is a reflection on walking, limping and sitting — and on finding equanimity in nature.
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.
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.
Podcast: Birding and Conversation
My morning birding with Erica Heilman, a dear friend and the creator of Rumble Strip. It’s a podcast. So as we watched Yellow Warblers glow, Erica and I talked about birds and about finding our place in the world.
Greg Lasley, who died on January 30, personified dignity and benevolence. And because he showed us wildlife and wild places, Greg ranks among our great conservationists. He gave so that we might see the world.
Vermont’s Imperfect Ban on Socializing
A common sense explanation of Vermont’s latest policy on the pandemic: basically a ban on socializing.
Little Brown Butterflies and the Pandemic
Finding refuge from the coronavirus pandemic among rare brown butterflies and remote northern bogs.
Announcing: The Viral Spring
Your field guide to nature during the pandemic, with regular updates as we practice “distant socializing” (including in the wilds of our homes and back yards).
Avocets and Hockey
A field biologist (and hockey fan) reviews the Montpelier Chamber Orchestra’s performance last night.
Life Expressed in Flight, Poetry and Music
At long last, we here in the north will launch into spring next week. I’ll celebrate with two events. I hope to see you at either one — or both. You’ll encounter butterflies, birds, poetry and music.
The Death of a Hummingbird
In the struggle for existence, here’s a loser. Or so it would seem. I found this Costa’s Hummingbird on Saturday, already gone, in the riparian zone along the Colorado River in Yuma, Arizona.