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 found myself getting bored, which is rare. I was in the waiting room while my son was getting dental treatment. No WiFi, no good reading, and bad music piped in. [I should add, great dentists, but, nevertheless....] Then I remembered I had a camera in the car. The land on both sides of the dentist's office is neglected, vacant lots. It had the feel of construction about to happen, but now it was mostly weeds. Not to despair - I once published an article titled "Confessions of a Weed Lover." As you can see from the above photo series, I walked around mostly looking at the ground. Amongst the wild grasses, I found wonders. I've left the bugs out of this series. I might have to return with camera and emphasize bugs. Anyway, the first six photos above are of "weeds." The remaining ones are either native wildflowers or examples of a bit of human "engineering." Not of the current, gene inserting kind, but of artificial selection of the Charles Darwin and Luther Burbank kind. That would be the Apple Tree (the one time I looked skyward) and possibly the peony. What fun! I'm glad there was no good reading in the waiting room. Well, actually, there was one thing that caught my eye: a January, 2011, issue of Oprah. I hope no one saw me reading it. Anyway, it contained a very good article about how modern humans are ignoring our Circadian rhythms at our peril. Will elaborate on that idea here soon.