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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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.
My plan was to walk fast for health and not make it a photography trip. But, I brought along the camera just in case. Sure enough, I hadn't got 50 feet beyond my driveway when I was captivated by my neighbor's Juniper tree. The berries turn quite blue as they age, and this one was in fine form.
I managed to walk about two more blocks before I came across a nice California Black Oak near the museum. The acorn cups seemed to be begging to be treated artistically. So, I practiced composition, all the while wondering if placing a rectangular border around a piece of nature is art.
This cluster of five is my favorite. I could have spent another hour by this tree, but the walk was for health, so I got going again.
I met a friend who wanted to walk fast, so we did. For another hundred yards, that is. Then I saw this Evening Grosbeak land in some willows by Boyle Creek. I didn't have my long lens with me, but I managed to get pretty close without scaring him away. A sign of spring? I did manage to walk home at a high rate of speed, thus accomplishing my original purpose.