First Day of School

image copyright Fred First

A very nice new year’s dinner, good friends, good music, an early evening. We had another event to attend, but drove in that direction after leaving Oddfellas in a driving rain, and decided we didn’t want to get soaked and muddy getting to our neighbor’s place, though it would have been nice to see folks we have missed over the holidays.

Thanks, Doug, for taking this picture of Ann and me last night, and I have uploaded it to FFF this morning just to add fodder to your contention that some blogs exist for some bloggers only to show their mugs to the world.

That said, I’ll refrain from showing the picture of Doug and lovely wife in which he seems to be saying “I’ll break your fingers if you take that picture.” I know he’d break ’em if I posted it.

So. The odometer has rolled over as we slept. And there is a first-day-of-school feel to the first day of a new year. I have my pencils sharpened. My notebooks are fresh and full of clean, white paper. I’ve labeled all my subject tabs, and have my schedule laid out.

Now, I need to get to my classes.

I. Field Notes from Nameless Creek: a nature journal complete with photographs, eventually a book

II. A book, also with full color images, about a locally prominent mountain (tentative)

III. Whatever becomes of Fragments from Floyd, TBA on a daily and ongoing basis

IV. Collaboration with another blogger in which he writes, I provide the images. Details to follow.

V. Continuing twice-monthly Floyd Press column

VI. Magazine article or two (under construction)

VII. Empty class periods are open, to be filled in as the opportunity arises

Oh yeah. I have my real job, too. And the wood to be cut for next year, the garden that will need vast retooling, planting and tending; and the usual assortment of home-moaner’s tasks that will arise from time to time.

So, life is full already, this early into 2007, and we are thankful for 2006, for friends, our health, our family, and a renewed sense of hope and purpose in the year to come. Hope your year is pleasantly challenging, then rewarding for those goods things that come from good work.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Whatever becomes of Fragments from Floyd????? I hope nothing becomes of it but continued, mostly daily, insightful posts supplemented by consistently fine photography. Were you thinking of something else?????

  2. That’s a great picture. Frame it for the wall of fame!

    I love Ann’s dress I’ve been wanting a leopard skin pill box hat like the one Bob Dylan sang about.

  3. Whatever becomes of Fragments…which is to say, I don’t have much in the way of plans or goals for the blog–other than to try to get back more to thinking, writing and gathering images from close by. FFF takes what’s left many times lately, and I’m not sure how much that can change given other new and interesting committments and undertakings.

    No, I don’t see myself giving it up, though admittedly, it doesn’t give back as much as it once did, with me distanced from the vast majority of what readers I have. I’d like to change that, but not sure there’s enough of me.