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.
As I drove down Jackson Street toward the hospital in Quincy, the many different species of red leaves along the roadside caught my eye and I regretted no bringing my camera along. I've tried to pay so much attention to always bringing my new phone along, that I've been neglecting the camera. So, I had to go back. For the past several years I have taken many photos of fall colors. Many were the conventional scenics featuring the black oaks, cottonwoods, and native maples around Quincy. But this year I've drawn a blank so far in October. I parked my truck on the roadside opposite the aforementioned red leaves. When I got out of the truck, I was struck by the huge patch of Mountain Snowberry. Fall colors? Actually, it is interesting to compare the color terminology of the physical sciences to that of artists. WE get into wavelengths, hues, pigments vs. reflected and transmitted light, etc., etc. All I know for sure is that if anyone asked "what color are those berries?" I'd answer "white." If I shot a panoramic view of this berry patch, you'd only see tiny white dots, so I've reverted to my favorite format - close-ups.
Then, across the street I zoomed in on a patch of non-native maples. These were low to the ground, having recovered from an August meeting with the county's weed eaters.
Half way through October, I am vowing to bring the camera with me every day. I'll continue to look for the unconventional. The other is readily available on post cards and online. I'm loving the cold weather. It's so dry that we're still at high risk for wildfires, but I'm enjoying the lack of frost on my truck windows in the morning. On second thought, the frost can be quite photogenic. I don't dare predict what the weather will be like through the end of October. There's still plenty of fresh bear poop on the streets in my neighborhood every morning. Can't put the trash out until daylight.