Thomas Crotty, a Massachusetts native, moved to Maine in 1964, drawn by the power and beauty of its coastal landscape. At the solo retrospective of his work at the Portland Museum of Art, then…
Coppicing for Firewood
Of all the silvicultural techniques available to forest owners, perhaps no method is more underused than coppicing. Coppicing is a reproduction method where a tree is cut back periodically to…
Editor’s Note
I know many of you reading this don’t hunt. But even so, I’ll bet you’ve heard the one where the hunter bags his first buck. How the opportunity came as a surprise after he’d…
From the Center
A postcard arrived in the mail last week, encouraging me to “clean up” or “sell out” my woodlot. There were people in my area waiting to assist me! I should act now, before my…
Adelgid vs. Scale
When the hemlock wooly adelgid, an invasive pest that sucks the life out of eastern hemlock trees, made its appearance in New England forests in the 1970s and 80s, many forestry experts expected it…
Nemus Power and Light
Trees capture sunlight to produce chemical energy, and they may soon be teaming up with the sun to produce electricity, as well. A team of researchers at Georgia Institute of Technology and Purdue…
Outdoor Palette
Riki Moss looks into the forest and imagines another world; a world filled with spirits and ambiguous life forms. For years, she has been engaged with her ever-growing, ever-shifting installment…
Mast Mysteries
Nature writers spend a lot of time celebrating the unknowns in the natural world, those little reminders that we’re not as smart as we think we are. It’s an especially resonant message if…
An Unidentified Agglomeration
Reader Penny Harris took this picture in her woods in Cambridge, Vermont. What's the black growth?
Killing Your Darling
One of the hardest parts of writing, or any creative endeavor, is knowing when to crinkle up the paper and start over again. The novelist William Faulkner called this killing your darling. Country…
Getting to the Bottom of the Scrape
He stretched his massive neck, closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead, eyes, and antlers back and forth across the spruce’s overhanging branch tips. Periodically, he would stop, open his eyes,…
A North Country Life: Tales of Woodsmen, Waters, and Wildlife
If your pulse jolts hearing the rusty cackle of a turkey; if a fly made of “mallard quill thorax ribbed in gold wire ahead of a roughened white hare drubbing, no wing” is your holy grail;…
Whitefoot Mouse
If you have kids, you know that children’s books about animals usually fall into two camps: There are the basic non-fiction books that give your kids just enough information to raise a million…
Life in a North Woods Lumber Camp
Thomas O’Donnell’s reminiscences of his boyhood in a remote lumbering settlement provide an amusing and entertaining description of family life in a nineteenth-century logging camp. The…
The Shrew That Walks On Water
On a morning walk around the pond, the dog and I encountered a dead shrew – perhaps the unfortunate casualty of a neighborhood feline or a red fox (shrews are well-known for being distasteful…
Plum Creek Foundation Announces Grant to Underwrite “Stewardship Stories”
We're pleased to announce underwriting support from the Plum Creek Foundation for our popular "Stewardship Stories" article series in Northern Woodlands magazine, starting with the Winter 2013…
To Quarantine or Not to Quarantine
Ever since the emerald ash borer (EAB) was discovered in Michigan in 2002, many have speculated about its potential effects on forests in the Northeast. With the confirmation of infestations in…
Puff, the Magic Mushroom
Who left that soccer ball on the front lawn? Come on, you know it didn’t just grow there. Pretending to confuse a giant puffball mushroom with a soccer ball (or vice versa) is a well-worn joke…
Dendro at 50
Forestry students might call this "Dendrology at 50 mph." Name the tree species, from left.
A Line in the Sky
We spend a lot of time in our magazine pointing out how the past is reflected in nature, sometimes in subtle ways, like a stand of chestnut oak where once there’d been a forest fire, sometimes…