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.
Around Noon, I sat in the sun for about a half hour, waiting for the dozens of Bullfrogs who dived into hiding when I approached to surface again. Man, it felt like August out there. No wind, direct sun, and a dark shirt. My black camera was absorbing too much heat, so I tried to keep it on the shady side of me while avoiding any movement that might be obvious to frogs. I finally saw one surface just a few feet from me. Here he is! How do I know it's a he - because his eardrum (tympanum) is a larger diameter than his eye. In females they're about the same size as the eye or a little smaller. There were lots of tadpoles in the vicinity, and mating pairs of dragonflies and damselflies. I got photos of all of these. My next post will explain how this relates to my intended writings about Dellinger's Pond and will include some extra Bullfrog lore.