Commentary?
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Because so few of our readers ever leave comments, we are left with the impression we are talking to ourselves like a couple of crazy people.
This is a very uncomfortable sensation, indeed.
Leaving a comment is easy! Click on the word "comments" at the bottom of this paragraph, and write something. You don't need a special password. Just select the box that says anonymous, but do sign your name. We would love to hear from you!
Because so few of our readers ever leave comments, we are left with the impression we are talking to ourselves like a couple of crazy people.
This is a very uncomfortable sensation, indeed.
Leaving a comment is easy! Click on the word "comments" at the bottom of this paragraph, and write something. You don't need a special password. Just select the box that says anonymous, but do sign your name. We would love to hear from you!
Comments
Your fan,
wassamatta_u
The Wanderins B's
I read your excellent blog DAILY, Your photos are outstanding. You must have a great telephoto lens to get them this close.
Let me complain too, you never leave comments on my blog. I would be interested what you think about it.
Love
Dad
I applaud you!
Music Woman
Buggylou
The Vs
I particularly loved the post about your father. My husband grew up in Hungary, so it was interesting to read.
Elisha
I'm PaulDavid on Ravelry, and I started reading your blog after reading your posts there, and checking out your theatre set pics on flickr. You're very talented, and thank you for sharing so much of your theatre work. IT's awesome.
I'm trying to add you to my RSS feed, but My Yahoo is being wonky with me. Also, I remember driving by that nursery in the mid-'90s when I lived in Fremont. I had no idea it is/was a state park!
I did notice that you added "The Nine Tailors" to your reading list several weeks ago and now it's off. Wondering what you thought of it.
Knit Wit
speakingofsilence.blogspot.com
Silence can seem so loud sometimes, can't it? I'll try and bump up my comment quotient here -- I find when I have something truly deep or long to say (like sharing with you the story of spending the day with an Austrian survivor about the same age as your Dad, Lisa) that I tend to procrastinate for fear of not getting it right or taking up too much comment space. Thus, you often only hear my silly little "woohoo"s! But they are heartfult woohoos!
Woohoo!
Gina
Well, it can't be that nobody reads them. I'm sure you know everyone logs on to see your pictures and read your blogs. And how could anybody not love those pictures that you post?...So, I fit into that last catagory.
I didn't feel as though what I had to say would be worth commenting on your beautiful pictures and I don't know enough about medical issues to feel comfortable commenting on Rob's recovery, other than to wish him the best.
So I guess I learned a lesson here. I can say something and you will read it...and even if it is just to tell you how beautiful your pictures are or Rob, I hope you're doing better today and each time you take a step, think about those people that never will, and smile that you can.
So, keep blogging, and I (we) will all work on our comments...
-jane- (patroln)
=) Wild Rose
Take Care.
Maple Leaf Red
I'm convinced that some of the most remarkable writing on the net is right here. And I am always oohing and ahhing at the bird photos.
Lli
xoxoxoxo,
your lil sis
Miss you guys tons.
I don't know why I never comment, because I always read. Please consider this my official de-lurking.
Give us a holler when you're in Alameda, Cole is always up for a stroll and he's a huge fan of bugs and small animals.
- Cori
I think I found your blog just about the same time I found the first of your letterboxes over in Fremont a few weeks ago, so I'm a relatively new lurker. Of course, I shouldn't use that as my excuse for not commenting. It is nice to have people "prove" that they're reading by submitting a comment, even if it only says "Great picture!" Of course, it'd be kind of dull for me to say that about every post. And I could! I don't get many comments either, so I totally empathize.
Now that I know you're also bird people (I also used to be a bird rehabber in my previous life, although never related to oil spills!), I'll be sure to check back more often. Gotta go add a bookmark!
Stacey (one of the elder WyndRyders)
Thanks for the beautiful pictures!
SJ Honey Bunny
(gently reminding you to come on down to Alum Rock Park, as requested by you. LOL)
Anyway, keep up the good work, and I'll try to comment more :)
*engages cloaking device*
:)
Keep on finding wood ducks!
I hope I might run into you guys one day on a walk around Lake Merit or something (Article Pract, perhaps?)
Karen
Happy April 8th! April 8th is an important date for me, because 15 years ago on this day, I fell four floors from the ledge outside my dorm room window and broke my back. And 15 years later, this date is full of emotions for me.
A few months(?) ago, Robb posted on the anniversary of his accident, and it was obvious that the anniversary of his accident is not a pleasant date for him. My recovery was not nearly as painful or slow as Robb's. I got two metal rods fused into my back, wore a back brace for the better part of a year, and returned to school three months after The Accident. I still have occassional "bad days", but they are few and far between. I was so, so, so, so lucky. And on the one-year anniversary of my accident, I celebrated with a huge dance/performance called "Celebration of Life" in the theater of my dorm. I got a bunch of wonderful dancers and non-dancers together and we danced to poems and quotes and songs and orchestral pieces. We laughed, we cried, we rejoiced in all the good things in our lives, and I celebrated the fact that on that day I DIDN'T die - I lived.
15 years later, I am able to view the anniversary of my accident as an anniversary of the day I lived. I usually shed a few tears over the things I can't do anymore (do ballet, touch my toes, lift heavy stuff, be as fearless as I once was). But I also remember how lucky I was.
And this year, I'm also thinking of the two of you. I am a devoted reader of this blog. I don't know what any of the birds are, but I feel such empathy for Robb and what he is going through. Honestly, his experience has been 100 times worse than mine. But on this April 8th, I hope that one day, on Robb's anniversary, he will feel well enough to also be able to celebrate how lucky he is (and everyone in his life is) that he got a chance to stick around.
Happy April 8th, everyone,
Jennifer (Mama Bear of 3Bears)
"Be glad of life because it gives you a chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars." -- Henry VanDyke
I read your blog every time it comes up on AQ, and share Robb's inspirational progress with our family, your amazing photos with my photography student kid (AfghanPenguin), and your behind-the-scenes stagecraft with my acting kid (Lucky Charm).
I never comment, because you have absolutely no idea who on earth I am, and it seems kind of weird to reply to someone to whom I am an unknown stranger.
So you guys have one more anonymous internet fan.
Mariette
(dbltall from AQ)
I share Martha's feeling of being connected, so I thought I'd tell you story that Diana told me about something that happened when she was recovering from one of her more spectacular accidents (hit from behind at about 45 mph while walking along the side of the road and sailing through the air for about 15 feet, landing facedown ....Lisa I know you can relate to that one!). Among many other things, she lost all sensation in her face, and had to fake it when singing, which was weird. As time went on, she started getting feeling back, but it was terribly terribly painful. So the pain you're suffering, Robb, may indeed be a positive precurser of good things to come. We both hope so.
Mom
Every so often I read your blogg to see how Robb is doing. I am very impressed by Robb being able to always go forward and have a good attitude. You are lucky to have each other and I think without knowing you Lisa from what you write I think you are a wonderful person. Miracles do happen.
God bless
Aunt Terri