Related Posts

Image of moose skulls.

On the Path from the Edison Fishery to the Moose Boneyard

RUSSELL BRAKEFIELD
The powerboat clips Scofield point and breaks away from my cabin toward the more serious waters of Lake Superior. My guide, Tom, cranes his neck to view the shore as if he’s never seen it before, though he knows these bends and inlets well. We pass the outer islands.

Lost Farm

Lost Farm

CHELSEA STEINAUER-SCUDDER
My father—a botanist and grasslands ecologist with an always-beard and a worse-for-wear baseball cap—learned his trade amongst the shushing, windswept prairies of Nebraska. He never intended to voluntarily cast himself twenty-five miles out to sea.

Image of bluebells blooming in a forest.

Frost’s Footfall

PETER ARSCOTT
Frith Wood last spring was carpeted with bluebells, but it is the white patches of stitchwort that attract the eye now. As you stand at the top of the wooded hill, glimpses of the Herefordshire countryside can be seen through the vertical gaps in the trees, and beyond...