Bryan's Posts About Earth and Sky
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.
Birdwatching’s Carbon Problem
A moral question for birdwatchers and others who enjoy — and simultaneously harm — nature on a warming planet.
The Light is Coming
I have no clue what Punxsutawney Phil declared on Groundhog Day. Shadows may come and go. What is certain, however, is the light — and nature’s response.
On Inauguration Day, an ephemeral insect in the Grand Canyon offers some perspective on rebuilding, hope and new forms of extinction.
The Naked Signs of Spring
Reporting from the American South, I bring you vultures, violets and hints of springtime.
Naked in the Lake
The largest freshwater lake on the planet is the stage for our canoe trip on Lake Superior, where ancient rock and crystalline water conspire for some of the most beautiful paddling anywhere. The place is also in my DNA.
Montpelier Goes Wild
Spring Salamander and Summer Azure. Lesser Purple-fringed Orchid and Greater Celandine. Pineapple-Weed and Chocolate Tube Slime Mold. They were all among the more than a thousand living things we discovered here in Montpelier this past weekend.
The Eclipse on the Wing of a Butterfly
The Heavens — and a total solar eclipse — reside on the wing of a butterfly.
Happy Vernal Equinox
On this day with roughly 12 hours of daylight and 12 hours of darkness, I bring you two insects.
Happy Earth Day 2016
Greetings from Planet Earth on its day of recognition and celebration (which in my life is every day).
Grand Canyon Gratitude
Ruth and I had a blast during our “Naked in the Canyon” presentation in Montpelier Friday night. In case you missed it, here’s a short slide show with a fraction of what we shared during our evening together.
Tape Back Vermont
A seasonal (and sacred) repair job on my beloved Toyota Tacoma. Credit for this play on the “Take Back Vermont” mantra where credit is due: my pal Gregory Sanford, archivist, historian and defender of Vermont’s most sacred and threatened traditions (like duct tape repairs).