Being a Salamander
In a tiny hollow beneath a log, reflected in my headlamp’s glow, were two gold-flecked black eyes and a dull pinkish snout.
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In a tiny hollow beneath a log, reflected in my headlamp’s glow, were two gold-flecked black eyes and a dull pinkish snout.
A quarter century of hard work has restored nature to the San Francisco Bay Area in places where it was once unimaginable.
Even in winter, Bay water is mostly safe to swim in. It smells good. It tastes fine.
The poet Keats warned that understanding a rainbow may "unweave" it, robbing it of mystery. John Muir Laws disagrees.
The tricolored blackbird traverses the Golden State with cat calls and friends.
Stories that delighted us, enraged us, got us outside, got us thinking.
A parasitic fly was found in San Francisco taking over a honeybee.
For years, the author has gathered photographs of local leucistic birds: white (or whitish) woodpeckers, hummingbirds, sparrows, turkeys, bald eagles, and more.
These chinooks are likely hatchery strays. But they are still an ecosystem boon—and flaming-bright symbols of restoration at work.
This piece was originally published in KneeDeep Times, a digital magazine featuring stories from the frontlines of climate resilience in the San Francisco Bay Area and beyond. The 2025 State of Our Estuary...