landscape photography

Standing on a shelf of rock looking toward the High Peaks, I realized my mistake. I had no headlamp, no source of lig...

A Captain Crum, who navigated the lake in 1819, told a tale of an almost 200-foot-long black monster with three teeth...

Yellow-green sparks shimmer among shadowy pines overlooking my backyard on the outskirts of Saranac Lake. It is a war...

A spooky campfire tale from our Night Issue

Why should you care about bats? “Besides the fact they’re cute,” says bat researcher Vanessa Rojas, assistant profess...

Have you ever wondered what the Milky Way—the celestial one, not the confection—would smell and taste like?

The humble, plain-living Quakers who lie buried here rejected displays of vanity and so kept death, as they had life,...

Some night this summer when the sky is clear, pick up a pair of binoculars, step away from the fire pit and open your...

Plenty has changed—not just the park’s physical landscape, with its trail system and network of highways that connect...

I learned to skate on thin ice with my grandfather. “Tickly bender ice,” he called it.

A few months ago I came across a 1788 handwritten letter by a French nobleman, the Chevalier de La Luzerne, that was ...

It’s doubtful that moules frites and Upper Jay were ever mentioned in the same breath before chef Zack Ryder opened t...