Cleaning insect innards off his mother’s windshield was this ecologist’s childhood chore of choice. Pesticides and climate change had mostly negated the need to scrape bugs—until the Great Southern Brood of cicadas descended this May.

The world opens up during a foggy morning run.

After a lifetime of fishing in—and studying—the rivers of our Blue Ridge Mountains, an ecologist now understands, and grieves, how climate change has altered them forever.

A Georgia professor of ecology offers a classic look at autumn—in the woods and in ourselves.

A Georgia poet moves furiously up and down our hills, into our winter winds and through the baskets of various apples laid out at picking time.