Nearly a month has gone by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I'm finding that teaching writing classes not only involves lots of time grading papers but also focuses my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but not focusing in the short run on material I want to post here. We'll see what develops. Let's just say, my cessation of blogging is not due to deterioration of my health. I might be back soon. It probably depends on how spring unfolds - wildflowers, lizards, interesting insects, etc., usually fire me up and prompt me to keep my camera batteries charged.
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.
I'm sitting in a noisy coffee shop, but it's pleasant noise. It's foggy this morning, and when I left the house I heard a few Pacific Chorus Frogs (pics 1 and 3 above) chirping. I love frogs, but they've become California's (and maybe the world's) "Miner's Canaries." I know, weird combination of images. To make matters more confusing, canaries got their name from some islands which, in turn, got their name from wild dogs (Canis). Anyway, at the present time, the rapid decline in frog populations is a serious indicator of environmental degradation in general. So, tomorrow, which is Save the Frogs Day, do something nice for frogs. Maybe start by checking out Save the Frogs Day websites and activities. Then, read about your local species of frogs and toads. You might fall in love. Around Quincy, we only have four native species plus the Bullfrog, but whenever I see one I reminisce on the South where I went to college and where there are several dozen species of frogs and toads. May they all thrive!