Picture this....

There's a blog you follow or just find yourself checking out from time to time, okay? Do you ever wonder what that blogger looks like?
I am usually caught up in the art or the words and maybe, maybe sometimes, have an impression of the blogger, but don't actually stop to wonder if the person is a certain age, or has a Mohawk, or always dresses in pink, I just don't. It doesn't really matter to me, so why wonder?
Jazz will probably know why this is on my mind. She posted some lovely photos from her vacation, and included a couple of her & Mr. Jazz. I hope I wasn't rude, but I left a comment that she looked normal. I didn't mean that in a rude way, and didn't have a picture in my mind of what she might look like (I can't imagine why that would matter, and it didn't to me). I think I was thinking edgy, tough but pretty, maybe a cigarette hanging out of the side of her mouth (just kidding). I have no idea why I expected anything at all.
So, the question is: do you "picture" bloggers that haven't/don't post photos of themselves?

Where I live = who I am?

I live in a small town along the Western shore of the Chesapeake Bay (population about 2,000). Every morning, or any time, I walk to the end of my driveway, I can turn to my left, and there she is, just a few blocks away, the might Bay. The town has a post office, a (wonderful) candy store, a coffee/bakery shop, a few antique stores, an art co-op, a couple of places to eat, and a few other businesses. I don't always lock my doors (I also have two good-sized dogs) and last winter when Maryland got hit with 2' of snow, my neighbors helped me shovel out the driveway. It's not heaven, but it'll do.
I love living where I do, but I suspect I like as much (or maybe more) saying where I live.
So my question is: how much does where we live define us? Or does it at all?
Let me know what you think, ok?
Happy days!