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Spring is for exploring. The season of peeling back winter’s covering to see what’s coming is a bit early this year. That’s good, considering …

From atop a hill my vantage point of the lake is quite impressive. As is the silence. I don’t know which drew me here the most, but now I’m th…

Horned larks are messing with my eyes. I guess the birds were just hatched that way.

Every year, about this time, something marvelous happens. It’s an event millions of years in the making. It happens across the planet. It has …

Gloves in one hand, stocking cap in the other. Sunshine in my face and on my shoulders and all around me in the fields, meadows and leafless woods.

This is the first winter a camper has sat in our driveway. For one reason or another, we did not find a roof to put it under, so we’re taking …

Those of us who swarm to birds assign names to bunches of them; a covey of quail, a gaggle of geese, a colony of gulls. We like our wildlife p…

What I know about nature is far less than what I don’t know. But I keep reading and looking, and some days the words and outdoor experience co…

That would be Sirius up there, shining in the southern sky in February, bright and, if you look closely or with binoculars, colorfully. It shi…

One chair is open at a table at the Coffee Grounds where for many years his hunting buddies gathered weekdays to plan their trips, talk about …

So we reach the end of January. Not the end of winter, but the end of the 31 days we loathe, the month too long, too cold, too snowy, too burdensome.

It’s not your normal delivery room, nor your normal delivery. Bear cubs are being born these late January days in dark dens. It doesn’t really…

There were white ghosts and black ghosts, dancing away in the murky light an hour before sunrise. The ghosts were racing for cover because daw…

When I was in fourth grade, I was assigned a project and presentation on the state of Indiana, where I spent most of my growing-up years. Sinc…

Weighwood went missing for awhile early this winter. I feared I had mistakenly burned this chunk of white ash firewood. But finally, on the um…

SPOONER — Although the morning weather forecast called for brisk and sunny weather, young ice fishermen on the Yellow River flowing through Sp…

I’m intent on getting the best of winter before it gets the best of me. And I thought I had it nailed as I strapped on snowshoes for “Snowshoe…

Smoke from the cabin chimney hangs over the valley, the sweet smell of woodsmoke filling the air as dawn’s first light begins to chase the dar…