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.
I didn't quite make one blog per day for December, but close. Last year, I posted only 15 in December. So here are today's strongest impressions that I could capture with photos. The icicles on my house and ...
... a poem by e. e. cummings. The icicles are a reminder to me, mainly trained in biology, that nature is not just living things but also aspects of the physical environment. The formation of icicles can be an introduction to all sorts of physical science, not to mention construction tricks to avoid winter damage to one's domicile.
I wrote out the poem in response to a conversation with a colleague about nature writing. This poem can be seen as a puzzle, a picture, an impression, and full of meaning. When John Ciardi titled his excellent book "How Does a Poem Mean" he made the case that what we call meaning can be conveyed in lots of ways besides the literal meanings of words. This was a fun way for me to end the year - even though, according to my high school English teacher, fun is not an adjective. Happy New Year. I probably won't stay up late tonight to celebrate because to me the winter solstice is an event more worthy of celebration. My next big celebration will be January 27 or the day this blog gets its 50,000th visit, which ever comes first. As of today, there have been 49,633 visits. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have.