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 had to use my imagination. My walk was a little too late in the day to find Ravens downtown. Two days ago I posted a photo of a Raven seen above my driveway, and under the circumstances, I had to invent a new word, "Ravenblur." See Sunday's blog posts for the original photo. When I decided to bring my camera along on this mid-day walk, I was definitely hoping to find a cooperative Raven for a sharp photo. The best I could come up with was stopping and staring with awe at this large Black Locust tree on Main Street. Seemed like an ideal rest stop for a Raven, so I imagined one. And it wasn't blurry.
This little mind game put me in bird-watching mode. I did hear some Mourning Doves in the distance, and saw a few crows flying quite high overhead, but found no opportunities for close-up photos. That is, until I came across an egg of the Sierra Glassblown Bird that apparently had fallen from its nest, although it might be like Killdeer and other species that lay their eggs on the ground. Not likely, though, since the egg wouldn't be well camouflaged. It looks like it could have been a soft landing on this leaf litter, so I'm assuming the bird hatched successfully and is probably hiding under a nearby building until it's able to fly.
Before heading back up the hill to my house, I came across an amazing new product in a store window. A camouflaged office desk set. My imagination went wild. I thought of "survivalists" hiding in a remote forest writing their rebellious literature and not wanting to be seen by spy cameras that apparently are ubiquitous these days. Then I thought of writers who were paranoid about their ideas being stolen before they were copyrighted. If they wore camo and used this sort of desktop tools, maybe they wouldn't be seen. Then I imagined the sort of hunters who take field notes - are there any? The kind that would buy a hunter's blender powered by an small internal combustion engine. I saw one at Cabela's for around $400! Imagine the comfort of fixing a daiquiri in your gas-powered blender while secretly writing notes on the location of deer, elk, antelope, jackrabbits, and quail with your camouflaged pen.