Cover Photo: A photograph of two flowers called pink lady’s slippers, which are almost embarrassingly biological-looking—fuschia-veined pouches that dangle from their stems
Photograph by Philip Bouchard/Unsplash

My Father Tried to Preserve Nature—And the Best of Him—In His Writing

My father has been gone for so long now. There’s nothing for me to escape anymore. I read his book to try to believe him again.

Cape Cod Wildflowers: A Vanishing Heritage

I must be wrong

A Vanishing Heritage

Who will notice their demise?


This is the last timeThis is the last time I’ll see him.

Choose to see what survivesDraw lines around what is beautiful, and fight for it.