Fred First
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to filter the sweet air at midnight. The occasional hello of a distant dog or...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot Heel
A year from today, I will be living in...
FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember
The Moods and Memories of Mountains
On reaching the summit of the long incline up from...
Within Our Grasp – Learning To Live With What We Have
We are coming to the end of many familiar and comfortable ways of life in...
FRED FIRST: Country Mouse, City Life / Growing New Roots without Transplant Shock
As soon as we made the decision in November to move to Columbia, calculating the...
Honeybees Buzzing Back in 2011
by Fred First
What with the extremes of temperature and rainfall, and cursed by more than the usual cadre of pests in the vegetable...
Popular Photography: The Immortal Light of Our Age
by Fred First
It is late October. The seasonal cycle governs our lives, indoors and out, as summer and autumn morph into one more...
Time and Space, and How to See a Tree
by Fred First
Browsing the web one recent morning, a “space exploration” site displays two images side by side on my monitor. On the...
Dry and Warm: No Easy Matter for Plucked Chickens
by Fred First
Assured in advance by the region’s soggy-foggy reputation that I would face constant drizzling rain there, I bought the first modern...
Living Within Our Means, Means Knowing Our Limits
by Fred First
I recently read these headlines, and was oddly encouraged: “Europe has already run out of fish for the year.” I’ll share with...
Dragonfly Pest Control: A Free Global Service
by Fred First
Even after being a biology watcher for decades, I learned something very interesting a few years ago when I chanced upon...
