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We Can’t Afford to Buy New

With much of the forest’s output subject to commodity pricing, survival for mechanized loggers depends on the efficiency and economics of big machines. Justin Lathrop is the machine guy…

1,000 Words

“I captured this image of a heron at sunrise from my kayak in northern New Hampshire,” said photographer Chris Mazzarella. “I used my 70-200mm f2.8 lens to create an…

Burlwood

Burlwood is sought after by wood connoisseurs for its potent colors, swirls, and textures. It is rare to find and impossible to propagate. I often quip that if anyone finds a burl they should…

Photographer’s Notebook: Grass Flowers, April to July, 2019

The northern forest has about 195 grasses, of which 145 are native and 50 introduced. They are our second largest plant family, after the sedges. Our grassiest landscapes are farms and…

The Pearl Fishers of the Winooski River

When gold was discovered in 1849 at Sutter’s Mill in California, the famous gold rush of 1849 ensued with profound consequences for the West and its native population. Sixteen years…

Tracking Tips: Relief From Herbivory

While performing field necropsies on moose, Maine biologist Lee Kantar has observed as many as 90,000 winter ticks on a single victim. Such moose are anemic and malnourished. With vital fat…

Frequent Contributors

We’ve been blessed to work with hundreds of talented writers over the last 25 years, and we’d like to more formally introduce you to a few of them. The organizing principal behind…

The Others: Tick-borne Diseases Besides Lyme in the Northeast

Those of us who have lived in the Northeast long enough remember a time when ticks rarely crossed our paths – or our minds. Especially in the northern parts of New England and New York,…

Editor’s Note: Staying True

The centerpiece of this issue is a mishmash story on deer and deer hunting – the hunting bit as important a cultural touchstone as we have in the rural Northeast, a culture that’s…

From the Center

So there we were, my friend “Jane” and I, standing in a field of blazing staghorn sumac. The tree next to us was heavily infested with galls, and to Jane’s dismay, I launched…