Kea Krause

2 months ago | withguitars.com | Kea Krause |Across India |Geetanjali Krishna

Some environmental problems seem so long-term it’s hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Not so with the Atlantic mackerel, a small but mighty fish staging a stunning comeback off the shores of New England. Just three years of protection have proven that temporary fixes can make a big difference. The return of Atlantic mackerel is proof that even a few years of careful stewardship can bring a marine species surging back from the brink.

Mar 28, 2024 | reasonstobecheerful.world | Kea Krause

Waterline is an ongoing series of stories exploring the intersection of water, climate and food, told through the eyes of the people impacted by these issues. It is funded by a grant from the Walton Family Foundation. As a fisherman in Maine’s groundfish industry, Geordie King is used to uncertainty: Once your net is cast, you never know what it will haul up when it returns, if it returns at all.

Feb 6, 2024 | seattlemet.com | Kea Krause

It’s been three days since the shaking stopped. In that time, the world has been remade—houses have slid from their foundations, power lines have tipped over taking the power with them, lawns are strewn with the inner lives of homes. The sirens have finally subsided. So have the rescue efforts by your neighbors to locate missing loved ones amid the ruin left by a 9.0 earthquake. Now your only objective is survival.

Jan 18, 2024 | offmetro.com | Kea Krause

When was the last time you marveled at the New York skyline from the seat of a kayak? Rode some waves on horseback or a surf board? Went hiking and didn’t hear a sound from civilization until you were off the mountain? Save the procrastination for your desk job, and make the most of your weekends with these six outdoor activities in NYC and beyond. 1. Kayaking in New YorkYou can also enjoy the scenic beauty of the Finger Lakes, the largest and deepest of which is Seneca Lake1.

Jan 16, 2024 | jennymag.com | Kea Krause

“Is she your only?” a new friend asked me innocently enough the first day we met at a prearranged playground date. Her 3-year-old buried her face in her wide-leg khakis as she bounced her 18-month-old on a pronounced hip, hair from her bun falling chaotically—beautifully—into her eyes. “Yep,” I said in a chirp, trying to sound unbothered by the question, “Just us!” I watched as her face absorbed my answer, her body still juggling and sheltering her brood.