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Stone Ages

A photo essay.

The Peabody Museum calls its new David Friend Hall, opening to the public this Sunday, a “state-of-the-art gem and mineral gallery.” I call it a…

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Silver Linings

A photo essay.

All through Milford’s Silver Sands are silver strands: a long grayscale bridge over wet marsh; tall, reflective grasses; the crests of tiny waves hitting beach or sandbar…

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Hanami Hustle

The best place in New Haven to practice the Japanese custom of hanami—cherry blossom-viewing, with optional sake-fueled feasts and poem-writing sessions …

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Flight Club

The first rule of Flight Club is: You do not talk about Flight Club. Not in English, anyway.

Chirps, caws, trills and squawks, however, are totally acceptable. …

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Mixed Feeling

A few Saturdays ago, marbled vaporous plumes of white and charcoal and every shade between curtained across a roiling New Haven sky. Sunlight punched…

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Living on the Edge

Plant life in Edgewood Park

Nature doesn’t play favorites when it comes to which plants can go where. But man abides few tenants, plants or otherwise, within the spaces he carves out for himself.

Take soccer fields. Even at…

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Top Tree

“A Beech is, in almost any landscape where it appears, the finest tree to be seen.”—Donald Culross Peattie, A Natural History of Trees of Eastern and Central North America

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Land Rover

Lianne Audette in Edgerton Park

When Lianne Audette was five, her father sailed her out onto the small lake near their New Jersey home, then jumped ship. Forced to sail back on her own, she reacted not with fear but with gusto, initiating a…

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Inquire Within

Fort Nathan Hale Park, occupying a stretch of Morris Cove’s coastline, is a curious place, and a place where curiosity pays.

Nathan Hale, Connecticut’s official state hero since 1985, is…

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West River Memorial Park

You’re alone in a marsh on the eve of Halloween, and it’s almost dark.

You’d been driving down Ella T. Grasso Boulevard when a flurry of light agitated your eyes, pulled them west towards a waning…

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