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New Hampshire Bulletin • Environment New Hampshire’s snowpack is shrinking. Researchers are still uncovering the scope of what it means. Reporting on long-term declines in snowpack and why the ecological and economic implications are still unfolding. Read on New Hampshire Bulletin
NHPR • Environment How will this year’s weather impact fall foliage in New Hampshire? Service piece on what this season’s heat, rain, and drought mean for leaf color across New Hampshire, with tips for trip timing and expectations. Read on NHPR
The white pines breathe in the dark. Not with lungs, but with crowns—green engines perched high on straight trunks, sipping light, trading gases, whispering rain. On a fall night you can almost hear the canopy thinking, needles flexing like antennae tuned to weather and time. Imagine a spacecraft’s sensor grid…
A thin autumn mist drifts low across New Hampshire’s White Mountains, yet the laser-bright scarlet of sugar maple leaves still glows beneath the valley’s canopy. Inside each fading blade, microscopic conveyor belts are hard at work, packing away nitrogen (N) and carbon (C) atoms before the leaf’s final descent—an act…
A still July dawn settles over New Hampshire’s White Mountains, yet the headwater streams cutting through the Hubbard Brook Experimental Forest hum with unseen traffic. Sensors the size of postage stamps sip water every few minutes, translating chemistry into data streams that orbit the globe before dawn’s first warbler begins…
The storm eased at dusk, leaving the forest wrapped in a pale, luminescent hush. You step from a scraped-bare logging yard into a cathedral of trunks and notice the air cool several degrees—a pocket universe revealed by snow that billows mid-shin, fine as ash. Above, branches stitched from conifer needles…
The night air of New Hampshire’s White Mountains carries subtle murmurs—needle-thin whispers of quartz-rich granite cooling after sunset, the hush of sugar maple buds biding time beneath bark, and the faint hum of buried cables that warm the soil of an experimental grove. Imagine peering down from an orbital habitat…