Like royalty with the world at our feet, Vilis and I hiked for two hours through Nova Scotian hardwood forest this afternoon. We climbed hills, walked ridges, slopped through a meadow flooded as a res...
At 9 a.m., beneath drizzly skies and cloud battening down unseasonably warm air, I checked on the skirted stinkhorns I discovered yesterday. The fruiting stalk which I had presumed to have erupted in ...
Like a damp shroud, fog and drizzle obscured clear views of autumn-tinted trees this morning. A duck in flight was a silent, winged torpedo, its body a blurred silhouette smeared by mist. A flock of a...
A yellow garden spider possesses a sense of timelessness in its appearance – so still and poised, its web bisected by lightning bolts of silk, the arachnid’s appearance itself shouting warning...