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.
At least five different kinds of insects have been visiting the healthy crop of Dandelions in my yard, but the arrival of butterflies is what made it feel to me like Spring. Just a few blocks away toward downtown Quincy, beyond the shadow of Claremont Mountain, one could say Spring has been around for a month or more. The tulips are blooming in front of Patti's Thunder Cafe, while mine are still in green buds. Lilacs are blooming along Main Street while mine are barely in bud. So, as I continue to enjoy living in the Cold Spot, especially in July and August, I did get excited when the Painted Ladies (above) arrived on my Dandelions.
When I got a close-up of this Housefly, I reflected on the adage "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar." I guess there's some sort of moral message in there about "niceness." However, it has been my observation that you can catch even more Houseflies with poop. Not sure what that means. Probably nothing. I don't enjoy swarms of flies any more than the next person, but contemplating a singe fly, close up, one has to admit that, like all insects, it's a marvel of biological architecture.
The last of the day's Dandelion visitors before a sudden drop in temperature was this Honeybee.
As I headed back to the house after this photo session, I noticed the shadow cast on my fence by a patch of Grape Hyacinth. Click on any of these photos for a closer view. Happy Spring.