Ten years ago, Pam Brown stood across the road from her house in Bethel, Vermont, and watched the rain fall on a field of tall, green corn. The bridge out of town had been closed, and she had…
Magazine Series
Monitoring Connecticut’s Bat Populations in White-nose Syndrome’s Midst
The social nature of cave bats and their penchant for cold, humid wintering roosts make them particularly vulnerable to white-nosed syndrome (WNS), a disease caused by the Pseudogymnoascus…
Stream Crossings Reimagined
Miles and miles of streams flow through northeastern forests, serving as habitat for fish, freshwater mussels, invertebrates, and other aquatic organisms. These waterways feed our rivers,…
A Logger’s View from a Shelterwood Harvest
An Interview with Lee Russell At a timber harvest site managed by Katahdin Forest Management along the Golden Road in Millinocket, Maine, photographer Ashley L. Conti caught up with logger and…
1,000 Words
On a perfect January day, climbers Majka Burhardt and husband Peter Doucette cross a frozen Lake Willoughby in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom in search of vertical ice. Lake Willoughby…
Editor’s Note
During the past two years, I’ve learned that being an editor of a quarterly magazine means having a whole new relationship with time. At any given moment, our editorial team may be…
From the Center
Recently, we surveyed participants in our Northern Woodlands Goes to School program, which provides free Northern Woodlands magazines for education. There were some inspiring responses. They…
A Day in the Shelterwood
Logger and independent contractor Lee Russell has been working in the woods for nearly 30 years, and has been self-employed since 1997. Here, photographer Ashley Conte follows along with…
Snow Angels
I On my way to the woods, I watch children on their backs in newly fallen snow, arms and legs moving side to side. Leaping to their feet, sparkling with crystal dust, they look down to find…
Crop Tree Release
I turn off my saw and set it down on the dry duff. My heart is pounding, my shirt soaked in sweat. Around me what was once a placid forest, gently changing on the steep hillside, has been…