We are accustomed to bare woods and fields in the fall, but January is supposed to bring snow, columnist Dana Wilde writes.

The kaleidoscopic night-shining sky rattles columnist Dana Wilde’s brain.

For months it will be too much trouble to clamber over walls of plowed up snow to get to the Shed and its creaking floorboards, only to forget what brought me there in the first place, writes Dana Wilde.

You can look up there any clear winter night and see that giant bear circling the axis of the cosmos, settling into her winter sleep at this time of year, writes columnist Dana Wilde.

The physical world is a prism of truth and beauty, but we violate nature at our own peril, Dana Wilde writes.

Things got scary at Dana Wilde’s Troy kitchen window just a few days before Halloween.

Columnist Dana Wilde wonders, is there something the dead are keeping back?

Daddy long-legs in the yard and on the deck are a sure sign of fall, writes Dana Wilde.

A recent theory suggests that some plants make red leaf pigment in the fall as a protective measure, writes Dana Wilde.