Standing on Stromatolites
by Anja Semanco Let us think about life at the beginning. Not the false beginning in which we picture some kind of wicked finned fish or terrible trilobite roll...
by Anja Semanco Let us think about life at the beginning. Not the false beginning in which we picture some kind of wicked finned fish or terrible trilobite roll...
by James Michael Dorsey Sound skims over the water like a flat stone, distorting distance while betraying those who would move silently through the morning fog ...
by Sarah Thomas A saloon car pulls up beside us and its spotless body perfectly reflects our anoraked forms. A greying man with a youthful smile hops out. ̶...
Salmo salar by Char March She hangs in the autumn water, a kite in her element tugged by river-wind. Her nose searches the currents for scents of the gravel bed...
Albatross-Stair by Laura M Kaminski When you decide to leave the beach, a clumsy burst of speed across the sand, a leap of faith, a prayer requesting lift, suff...
Gary Cook is a Dorset-based environmental painter and The Ecologist’s Artist in Residence whose work highlights the damage we are inflicting on our wildli...
by Ferris Jabr Every day the furless seals come to the shore, stomachs swinging at their side. They promptly regurgitate for us. Finned morsels fly toward our y...
by Stephen Rutt It had died in the past hour. Severed, crimson-fresh, and glassy eyed. Soft to touch — pre rigor mortis. I’d pulled it out of the long grass und...