I’ve been feeling very ambivalent about blogging, but not in the “should I blog, or should I not blog” sense, but in the “I don’t want to reveal myself at all” sense, but I still want to write. I suddenly have boundaries about what is revelatory and what is revealable. I post photos of birds and insects, but I don’t want to delve any more deeply. I shake my fist at poetics. I reject the art of confession. I don’t want to tell any secrets. I’m not sure there is a way to have a presence, and still be absent. I’m working on it.

Great photograph. We are spending a winter where there will be no ice.