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1 month ago | 
jasonanthony.substack.com | Jason Anthony |Ian Urbina |Bill Davison |Jonathan D. Tonkin
Hello everyone: This is the second half of my update on deep sea mining for polymetallic nodules. This may seem like an odd and arcane topic, but it couldn’t be more relevant to this moment - in terms of politics, technology, and environmental ethics - as we wrestle with the question of how best to enter the next phase of modern civilization. As always, please remember to scroll past the end of the essay to read some curated Anthropocene news.
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1 month ago | 
chasingnature.substack.com | Bryan Pfeiffer |Bill Davison |Mk Creel |Bill McKibben
IT HAPPENED sometime after the Barred Owl called out to its mate, but before the Silver Maple erupted into crimson fireworks. On that day, one of you clicked a button on your glowing screen and became Chasing Nature’s 10,000th subscriber. Although I myself can herald this milestone with gratitude (and announcements for you below), the natural world, if it could, would probably shrug off 10,000 of anything.
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Oct 4, 2024 | 
jasonanthony.substack.com | Jason Anthony |Bill McKibben |Rob Lewis |Bill Davison
Hello everyone: In the wake of the catastrophic and historic flooding from Hurricane Helene, I’m offering a reworked version of an essay I wrote in August last year after a very wet summer. The inspiration then was meditative - thinking about rain in the Anthropocene from the comfort of a warm, dry house - but this week the spark is more about facing up to the horrifying consequences of living in a climate that is hotter, more turbulent, and more full of rain.
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Jun 28, 2024 | 
jasonanthony.substack.com | Jason Anthony |Bill Davison |Bradley Stevens
Hello everyone:I’m excited to bring back some writing on the vast impact of our roads and vehicles on the living world. This first appeared three years ago, and so I’ve enriched and reworked the material for 2024. As always, please remember to scroll past the end of the essay to read this week’s curated collection of Anthropocene news.
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Jan 12, 2024 | 
billdavison.substack.com | Bill Davison
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Jan 12, 2024 | 
billdavison.substack.com | Bill Davison
I started writing on Substack in January 2023. The birds have taken me on quite a journey over the past year. This essay is about my year of writing and how, in my quest to understand birds, I came to understand myself. My sense of self and life have changed dramatically over the past year.
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Jan 5, 2024 | 
billdavison.substack.com | Bill Davison
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Jan 5, 2024 | 
billdavison.substack.com | Bill Davison
Coyotes have fascinated humans since we first set foot in North America. We quickly discerned there was something special about them. They were like us - adaptable survivors full of lust, bravado, cunning, and beautiful intelligence. We watched closely as coyotes danced with mischief while trotting into our consciousness. We were mesmerized; we quickly learned that coyotes show us the truth.
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Dec 29, 2023 | 
billdavison.substack.com | Bill Davison
There is great power in a birdhouse. It is an invitation to a world beyond our own and offers the possibility of connecting with ineffable beauty. The small opening in the house welcomes life and opens us to delight in new possibilities. To let go of our armor, to allow ourselves to soften. To hear the song of the house wren as if for the first time, sweet music pouring forth. A life force, shocking in its vibrancy and out of proportion to the physical size of the wren. Read →
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Dec 29, 2023 | 
billdavison.substack.com | Bill Davison
There is great power in a birdhouse. It is an invitation to a world beyond our own and offers the possibility of connecting with ineffable beauty. The small opening in the house welcomes life and opens us to delight in new possibilities. To let go of our armor, to allow ourselves to soften. To hear the song of the house wren as if for the first time, sweet music pouring forth. A life force, shocking in its vibrancy and out of proportion to the physical size of the wren.
