Like many artists, David Goodsell’s work is born of careful observation of the natural world; his landscapes just happen to be molecular – the world he presents is measured in…
Magazine Series
Tricks of the Trade: Building With Cordwood
The first time I saw cordwood construction was in high school when I shadowed a consulting forester for career day. His home office was made of cordwood and provided me with my first forestry…
Field Work: At Work Making Things Run Right with Eric Robinson
In logging, they say it takes iron to move wood. Eric Robinson’s job is to keep the iron moving. He’s part of the mobile service unit at CJ Logging Equipment, a Booneville, New…
Beyond Hunter-Gatherer Forestry
Most of the forestry I see in southern Vermont can be characterized as “hunter-gatherer” forestry: the only management activity is timber harvesting, and harvesting is only done…
Watched Over by Great Horned Owls
In the deep cold of the January nights, when the light of the Wolf Moon falls like ringing iron through the trees, from Tom’s Hill and Cathedral Hill on either side of the marsh and…
The Nona Belle: Building a Dory With Local Wood
I have always loved wooden boats of all kinds, but especially dories, for their elegant simplicity of design, the way they look upon the water, the way they handle in a heavy sea, their rich…
Tracking Tips: A Different Drummer
If you wish to see tracks and sign of ruffed grouse, find the food. In early spring, when the deepest snowpack still lingers in the woods, chicken-sized grouse can be seen ponderously perching…
1,000 Words
Photographer Abby Rowlee got this shot on an April night at her family’s sugarhouse (Hi-Hollow Maples) in Reading, Vermont, where the Rowlee family has lived and sugared for eight…
Birds in Focus: Drumroll, Please
Trees speak many languages, their leaves whooshing in summer and trunks creaking in winter. At the onset of spring, trees become sounding boards for courtship. Before the thrushes and warblers…
The Resilient Bobcat
It was probably 105 degrees in the shade – a typical July afternoon in southwestern Oklahoma. I crept closer to the rocky outcrop where I suspected the bobcat was trying to hide from the…