It may be worth staying up past bedtime Sunday night, January 20, because the night sky will feature an unusual display. It’s called a “super blood moon eclipse.” Check out Marcus Schneck’s article on Advance Local Media’s Penn Live page for a sample photo, description, and timing details. Penn Live Article Link. While the skies…
Here in southeastern Pennsylvania, rain dominated the weather forecast nearly every week of 2018. But there’s a bigger reason why I didn’t walk through the woods as often as I’d like: the wind. If it wasn’t raining, it was probably windy, just like it is today. John Muir famously exulted the wind when he wrote…
Soon, very soon, light will begin to return. On Friday, December 21, at 5:22 pm ESD, the earth will embark upon its seasonal shift toward the receipt of more daily sun energy in the northern hemisphere (where I live). These darkest weeks are the most difficult of the year for me. But I keep my…
The less time I spend in the fashionable world, the greater the contrast I find between it and the natural one. In nature, economy, defense, and survival rely completely upon what we humans might call common sense. In the general public, experiential knowledge becomes secondary to the illusion that danger shall never exist. In that…
Peter S. Stevens’ explained the shapes that nature creates in his book from 1974, “Patterns in Nature.”
Nature will do what she must.
This wasn’t a summer of sun. This was a summer of rain.
Every storm seems to bring flooding rain. Every pest seems to threaten unimaginable devastation. Every bird, flower, and insect seems hurried
Spring’s hurrying to catch up Spring forever fascinates me with how quickly it colors the landscape. This year is no exception. In fact, since winter didn’t give up without a fight, life seems to be responding at a hurried rate. A quick, unscientific browse through my photo collection revealed that many shaded blooms are about…
One thing any true nature lover must do is accept whatever comes. A good reminder of this, on the first full day of spring, came as a blast of snow that moved up the eastern coast. At last measure, nine inches were laying outside my window. No daffodils. No crocuses. Just a deep pile a…