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Journey Back in Time II

(Continued from the preceding post) Writing and publishing has been so much a part of my life in conservation biology and has so much to do with developing a transdisciplinary perspective about things, I thought I might list a dozen or so publications from over the decades that had a particular interest for me. I’ve leaned more heavily here on natural history writing than scientific journal publications. Baugh, T.M. 1972. The muskrat - Nature’s mini-engineer. High Country News 4(24):10. Baugh, T.M. 1973. The lonely land. Nevada Outdoors 7(3):l0-12. Baugh, T. Michael. 1975. Land at river’s end. Pacific Search 9(9):44-45. Baugh, T. 1978. Beyond the seventh dune. Pacific Discovery 31(3):16-21. The Naturalist series published by Freshwater and Marine Aquarium Magazine were well received and represented very good natural history. Baugh, T. 1981. Southern comfort: A naturalist on the Gulf Coast, Part I. Freshwater and Marine Aquarium Magazine 4(11):40-43, 69. (The entire five-part series.) Baugh, T…

Journey Back in Time I

How about a little time travel?  In looking back over the past year’s postings I see that I have done myself, and my mentors over the earlier years of my professional life a disservice and lopped-off a decade of creativity and productivity…and it was a good decade.  I tend to lump all of my work under the definition of conservation biology, and most of it was.  But from the early 1970’s through the early 1980’s much of that work was represented by science education and natural history explorations and writings.  Over this period my bibliography shows that I published several hundred natural history articles beginning with Wyoming Wildlife Through the Lens in High Country News in 1971.  Unfortunately, this is also the time just before humanity stepped off into cyperspace and much of this material doesn’t seem to be archived anywhere.  (Perhaps life didn’t exist before the WEB?). Some of this was pipeline time, a period of smoke-filled flights, chock-full of oil field humanity, flying b…