After a slow first five months, I'm back to blogging in earnest. In the forthcoming few months I plan to keep on tracking the blooming of wildflowers, the activities of bugs and reptiles and any other critters I'm quick enough or lucky enough to photograph, and to comment on ecological relationships. Since there is an increasing sense of ecological crisis among many people and more vigorous denial of such on the part of others, I will inevitably comment on the social and political dimensions of survival as I see them.
I am still an adjunct instructor in the English Department at Feather River College, but time permitting, I am available for hire as a nature guide in the region in and around Plumas County. A brochure describing my usual kinds of natural history adventures is in development. Email me c/o firstname.lastname@example.org with your mailing address and a statement of interests, and I'll send you a rough draft.
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.
We took a quick walk into Boyle Ravine Thursday afternoon, hoping to photograph a few items that would likely get buried by the forthcoming snowstorm. It's now Saturday, and we've gotten very little snow. But I got photographs of a nice variety of fungi. Although not as photogenic, the ones that had not quite broken the surface but had pushed up little mounds of pine needles were the most intriguing. There were also patches of wide-spread caps of a given species that made one wonder at the underground mycelium connecting them all. As one of my professors used to say, "Don't call it dirt. It's soil. And it is a complex community made up of literally millions of organisms, not just broken down rock. The fungi, of course, are involved in many food-chain relationships with plants and animals. In fact, most plants are in obligatory relationships with soil fungi. Our hike lasted only about a half hour, but I saw enough to make me hope the snow will hold off a while longer. I need a few more visits to Boyle Ravine before I can accept its turning white for several months.