Thanks for the comments and the kind wonds about the photo, which was one of a series.

SarahJ – It is a cool approach, isn’t it? One reason why I chose WordPress.com for two of my online poetry collections was the “random post” feature, which lets readers encounter the text in a similarly haphazard or serendipitous fashion. We have an “explore at random” link in qarrtsiluni, too, right below the Search bar.

Peter – Mirror versus memorial sounds like too neat of a distinction to me. But it’s hard to put into words how some people’s memoirs seem objective and lacking in self-indulgence, while others are of little interest to anyone but the author. Maybe it takes a certain degree of selflessness to write meaningfully about oneself.

katsuri – Thanks for stopping by. I’ve been reading your posts about your possible Tuareg ancestors with great interest.

leslee – Yes, and you actually moved closer to the urban center to find this, too, didn’t you?

rr – Synchronicity indeed! Thanks for bringing it up.

Lucy – But some photographers who specialize in human subjects don’t have that effect on me at all, perhaps because when they look at people they see landscapes, ecosystems — whole worlds. Which from an ecological perspective we certainly are!

fred – Thanks. Commenting is always voluntary, of course.

robin andrea – Well, you’ve seen how much I reveal of myself. It’s not that I have anything to hide, just that I bore myself. The best way “to have a presence, and still be absent” I find is to write about what I observe — which I don’t do nearly enough of. The Dharma Bums has always been a good example of what a nature blog should be, IMO, and I hope you and Roger are able to keep it up.

That’s actually not ice in the photo, but very slow-moving water with a leaf floating just below the surface.

Ceridwen – I’m glad some of this resonated with you. But if you’re going to put anything on your wall, Emerson’s famous quote about consistency from Self-Reliance might be best:

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think today in hard words, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said today.