Nearly a month went by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I found that teaching writing classes not only involved lots of time grading papers but also focused my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but was not focusing in the short run on material I wanted to post here. Finally, in the month of July, I managed to resume my average of one post per day for the month. I plan to surpass that volume from here on out. What I post here, combined with my daily writing in journals, is mostly fine-tuning what I hope to publish in a memoir about my experiences in education as student, parent, teacher, supporter and critic.
Meanwhile, I am still available for guiding local nature hikes. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org to inquire about rates and parameters of time, distance, and personal needs regarding matters of health and fitness.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
Interpret this any way you wish - was I researching little stem cells (actually, they're all little), or doing a little research on stem cells. Maybe both. I just knew I didn't want to take cliched photo of a pumpkin.
For a while, I stood erect while trying to catch a photo of this Cabbage White butterfly on an Aster bush while a beautiful Golden Lab lay around 20 feet away, apparently oblivious to what I was doing. The butterfly kept coming and going, quicker than I could adjust. But gradually it started frequenting the lower branches. I then got down on my knees for a better angle of view. Suddenly, the Lab got and up barked and growled. This reminded me of an experience I've had at home recently when my getting down on all fours was a signal to one of our dogs to get angry with me. I don't know enough of dog behavior to say whether the dog saw me as a potential threatening predator, or potential prey. I didn't really want to find out, so I cautiously stepped away from the scene. But not before getting a few more interesting photos.
I came across this scene on my afternoon walk around town. I couldn't help but wonder if Mother Nature was trying to tell us something about the state of our democracy. Ironically, the flag had been attached to our town's funeral home. Seems fitting after yesterday's confirmation of Judge Kavanaugh on the Supreme Court. I replaced the flag. Hopefully that will help.
While splitting firewood for kindling, I found this fellow hiding under a small piece of bark. It looked to me like a place that would soon dry up and this little critter would perish. There was no apparent water source nearby. It also appeared to me that, like a bear, he'd fattened himself up for the winter. I wanted him to survive, so I moved him to a nearby place that was more likely to remain humid until the rains resume. Hopefully, they will. Pseudacris regilla.