Bryan's Posts About Insects
Insects and Us: Our Shared Fate
Now that the fate of insects is being described in apocalyptic terms, I’ll be helping to make some sense of it all live on Thursday, February 21, at noon on Vermont Public Radio.
The Poetry of Seashells
From my outpost by the sea in North Carolina, here are 10 reasons (with photos) for you to find joy in the poetry of seashells.
The Year in Flight
From tropical rainforests to northern bogs, a year of flying things on display for you in a span of 60 seconds.
What’s This? No. 32
What’s wrong with this puzzle? Lots. Among the 79 butterflies depicted in this otherwise lovely portrait, I’ve found no fewer than 14 errors.
Butterflies and Joy
Two hundred orange butterflies in a meadow of purple wildflowers — next to the ocean. It reminds me to slow down, lose myself, and find the joy.
Monhegan Migration Report No. 3
Migrate or die. Such is the fate of Monarchs here on Monhegan Island. But where do these Monarchs — 12 miles out to sea in the Gulf of Maine — spend the winter? I report from this Atlantic outpost.
Self Portraits with Insects
Every now and then, I find myself in a photograph of a flying insect. (Okay, these are accidental self portraits.) In this case, I’m photobombing a dragonfly and a butterfly.
The Extinction of Meaning
One of the most imperiled animals in North America isn’t big and furry like a polar bear. It has incited no eco-wars like those over the gray wolf or the spotted owl. Instead it’s a tiny butterfly that I’ve watched dance across the prairie.
The Post’s Fake News on Dragonflies
The Washington Post published an article crediting rainfall this summer for elevated dragonfly activity. Fake news! Here’s my letter to the editor.
Giant Butterflies in Montpelier
If you’ve got no plans to visit Texas or California or even the wilds of Vermont this summer to watch butterflies, wander down Main Street here in Montpelier. You’ll see some giants.
When a Bluet Isn’t Blue
Congratulations, Vermont. You’ve got a new damselfly. It’s name is sort of an oxymoron. It’s one of the bluets — those blue and black damselflies we’re seeing at water’s edge. Except it’s a bluet that’s not blue.
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.
