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.
I'm getting a little better with this Canon Powershot Elph, but I am not enjoying it. Too damn small, and too much glare on the viewing screen. My previous post includes an update on my broken camera adventure. These photos were taken this afternoon on a hike from the northern end of Oakland Camp out to Gilson Creek where it crosses the Forest Service Road. As we approached the creek crossing, I saw the first wildflowers that were not yellow. I say that because along the way were the usual late summer suspects: Star Thistle, Goldenrod, Gum Plant, and a few Arnica. All five species of Milkweeds had gone to seed or beyond.
Here's the scene as we approached Gilson Creek, my wife wondering why we took this walk - it was so hot and dry, not fun for walking. Oh, yeah, it was to exercise the dog, who didn't mind. She just jumped into Spanish Creek as the need arose.
Here are some ripe Rose hips hanging over the creek.
This California Sister butterfly did not want to sit still. I wasted a dozen or more shots before she stayed in one spot for more than a few seconds.
More Rose hips, this time hanging over Spanish Creek proper, a hundred yards upstream from the mouth of Gilson Creek.
Here's a view looking downstream over Spanish Creek. The Keddie Cascades begin a few hundred yards further downstream. I saw lots of Bullfrog tadpoles scurry into hiding as I approached the edge. There was no way I could photograph them with this little camera.