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 email@example.com 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.
My photographer friend Spencer Dykstra [Spencer Dykstra Photography] has just posted on his Expressions Blog what he calls the Human Shadow Project. Please check out his site for some outstanding photos as well as an important message. His collection of photos reminded me that I had a folder on my computer in which I've been saving photos with a similar idea in mind. I titled the folder 'Symptoms.' Imagine an archaeologist from another galaxy visiting Earth and formulating a description of our species based on the artifacts in my photos and Spencer's.
One of the many ironies I see in these collections is that each 'product' or human fabrication pictured must have involved an artist somewhere along the line. Certainly the labels, at least, were meant to be beautiful. And look where they end up!
Even shotgun shells are meant to be beautiful in some way, or else why would they come in so many colors?
I'm pretty sure this catfish didn't get to this spot unaided. Someone must have considered it to be ugly.
Becoming obsolete. At least some artists are cleaning them up and turning them into interesting sculptures.
I titled this photo 'oxidation.' It'll eventually return to the soil whence it came.
I call this one 'the worm,' but that's just a euphemism for 'crap at the side of the road.' So, does the title 'symptoms' seem appropriate?