Nearly a month has gone by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I'm finding that teaching writing classes not only involves lots of time grading papers but also focuses my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but not focusing in the short run on material I want to post here. We'll see what develops. Let's just say, my cessation of blogging is not due to deterioration of my health. I might be back soon. It probably depends on how spring unfolds - wildflowers, lizards, interesting insects, etc., usually fire me up and prompt me to keep my camera batteries charged.
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.
...there's lots to see if you drive at or below the speed limit. Of course, if you do that you might get rear-ended by people who've just got to go fast! First, there's a nice patch of daisies just below the Courthouse Annex. On a day when there are few or no bug visitors, one can always enjoy the Fibonacci patterns in the disc flowers. Click for an enlargement to enjoy the patterns even more.
It gets pretty hot out there in the open field, so by mid-day, the sensible spiders hang beneath the blossoms. This shady micro-environment can be many degrees cooler than the top surface of the flower. Imagine having a 60-foot diameter daisy above the roof of your house. There would be no need for air conditioning.
Here's a beautiful Hemipteran, otherwise known as a "true" bug. Only certain bugs are true bugs, and that word bug can be used in many other ways.
Aha! There's must be some cow and horse poop in the vicinity. Even blue-bottle flies probably enjoy the fragrance of a flower now and then.
Click on this one for a closer view, then imagine all the places it has landed during the day.
Guess what's going on here. I love watching the adults bringing food to their babies. Unfortunately, someone will see a little bird poop on the cement below and will decide these birds don't belong here. So, the specific location will remain a secret - for now.