The Polish for “barn owl”, płomykówka, evokes the birds’ flame-like plumage - and their presence evokes old magic.
For Gavin Francis, medicine is “a skeleton key to open doors ordinarily closed”, and his latest book is as illuminating as it is enjoyable.
I held the rock in my hand during the crossing, an anchor to Earth that would remind me of its granular, varied textures and colours, even as I saw the entirety in abstract patterns from above.
It’s not the best way to see the land, travelling at this speed – it never was: walking has always been the appropriate pace for contemplation – but it can still be a pleasure.
On a rock in the Atlantic, I felt the magic of place.
Mary Schäffer's botanical watercolours evoked the perishability of the plants she studied, solo, after her husband's death.
Eventually, we will have to recognise that it is not “nature” that we need to protect, but ourselves.
Banff National Park is home to many remarkable creatures but most evenings the talk around the bar and the dinner table usually returns to bears.
Given how reluctant pandas are to breed, it may seem misguided to fund their conservation. But there's a reason we spend so much money.
From the glorious July that I once spent deep in the Arctic Circle to the treacherous climate of central California.
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