outdoors

    Sunday was a perfect day to take a walk in the woods. Adelaide de Menil and I went to the South Fork-Shelter Island Nature Conservancy’s Sagg Swamp Preserve. Adelaide had never been there, I had not been since 1995 when I...
At 10 this morning, the Montauk SurfMasters surfcasting tournament ended with a collective whimper.
We cannot sustain ourselves without oxygen, and we can’t exist without nitrogen either, but too much nitrogen, and the balance of nature is seriously out of whack: Think red tide, brown tide, and other algae blooms.
    Thanksgiving is perhaps the one holiday that has not yet had its meaning sucked from it by commercial vampires, at least not here on the East End. Maybe because of the wild turkeys grazing along the side of the road.  ...
On Sunday, just when it seemed the surfcasting season was over, boaters began finding striped bass feeding on schools of herring
Leaves. We can’t live without them; some of us can’t live with them, particularly so after they’ve all fallen and coated every inch of landscape
I’ve been hatching out Salt Lake brine shrimp eggs in local seawater for a year and a half. At room temperature, they hatch out into swimming in two days and at about a tenth of a millimeter in length they are barely visible to the naked eye.
The leaves are falling. It’s cold. No Indian summer this trip around the sun. No doubt a frigid winter is in store.
“However ridiculous it may sound to have a queen, the pound is worth more than our dollar,” was Harvey Bennett’s way of announcing that the British were not only coming, they are here.