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 email@example.com 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.
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.