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.
Some of the more famous maples around town have not yet begun to show "fall colors," but there's one tree on Jackson Street that I drive by every day that is ready for Fall. I have been driving by this tree every day, so today I decided to stop and get some pictures.
In earlier posts I mentioned my goal of photographing the Skippers that have been visiting the Rabbitbrush on the FRC campus. Saturday evening they had gone into hiding by the time I got there. Sunday evening, the bushes were already in the shade, and last night, the same. But, this afternoon, around 3:45, conditions were just right. The bushes were in the sun, there was little or no wind, and there were several dozen skippers on the freshest-looking bush. It's my bedtime - I have to get up early tomorrow. So, I'll need to wait until tomorrow to post the photos. I'm excited about them. I 'll also post some photos of a Snowberry bush that intrigued me because on part of the bush, the flowers had already gone to seed, other parts had the white berries, but most of the leaves were somewhat chewed up, and, finally, a small branch in the sahde of the others and near the ground had fresh flowers and buds and unblemished leaves. It was like seeing a whole season on one bush.