Reclaiming the Nature Fix – In Pursuit of Biophilia
The human craving for a “Nature Fix” is an ancient instinct blunted by generations of abuse. Biophilia is the word for it…
Nature’s Layers Unravelled – Encounters with birds, beasts, and relatives
The human craving for a “Nature Fix” is an ancient instinct blunted by generations of abuse. Biophilia is the word for it…
Walking in Wallonia, in the French-speaking region of southern Belgium, offers an adventure through lush forests, historical ruins, and picturesque meadows, revealing its natural beauty and rich history
It was a cold, windy night on the coast of North Carolina. But there was a celestial event that brought one determined photographer out to gaze skyward – the blood moon!
In Rishi Valley, where trees and rocks are teachers, watching butterflies is a highly enjoyable part of the education. Here are field notes from wandering around the school grounds spotting butterflies on the last morning of 2017.
Notes on sightings from a birding walk at Karnala Bird Sanctuary with BNHS on Dr Salim Ali’s birthday
Cary Glen in North Carolina has little cosmic significance. It is a little lake in a little town. But nature thrives here, and it provides a much-needed escape from life’s machinations
‘Stop and smell the roses,’ they say. But they are not talking about the garden. And when they talk about the garden, they are talking merely of flowers. Life, unseen, thrives among the clefts between observed and unobserved. A versified photo-essay by Nagesh Manay
Back to Kullu — and woeful civilization — after a half-done but nonetheless fulfilling trek in the Great Himalayan National Park. And, with that, we conclude this series by Sandeep Somasekharan.
A tree may be our primary connection with the universe — but it will take us all our lives to acknowledge it The Ficus virens that outgrew the shrine Shashwat:…
When I was a child, the Brain Fever Bird was one of my mystery birds. Its plaintive call, rising to a feverish crescendo, kept me awake on many moonlit nights. I was to encounter the bird again, and again, and again, and each time the story wedged itself deeper in my imagination