tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post8996124752491309004..comments2024-01-24T09:19:02.388-05:00Comments on la porte rouge: looking at the light and angles of my personal life....onesilentwinterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08458292042676805987noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-52515770968338945962008-09-29T01:36:00.000-04:002008-09-29T01:36:00.000-04:00I had a similar experience the other night when my...I had a similar experience the other night when my husband describing some of personality traits (can't remember what brought that up) and I was quite surprised and interested.<BR/>When we first met, I was working on my dissertation that had me visit a lot of old churches and cemetaries and on our first date he drove me 3 hours away to a cemetary I needed to document but could not locate (not my country-no car). I already liked him but I fell in love with him right there in front of the car :)Helenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15119932841882891505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-9537964359408882182008-09-28T11:43:00.000-04:002008-09-28T11:43:00.000-04:00You are so right. It's times like this that you w...You are so right. It's times like this that you wonder, "What the heck am I putting out there?!" and/or "Does this person know me at all?". Two very different feelings: one of which forces you to look at yourself; the other forces you to re-evaluate a relationship. I can imagine I'd feel confused and a little disturbed if this happened to me.<BR/><BR/>The truth, usually, lies somewhere in the middle.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-37359391558893101932008-09-28T09:59:00.000-04:002008-09-28T09:59:00.000-04:00I always have to remind myself that when I am fust...I always have to remind myself that when I am fustrated with the people who care for me or annoyed with the way people in general treat me that it is partly my responsibility. I know I am projecting something that is causing them to react a certain way. <BR/><BR/>A wise woman taught me this and I have never forgotten that lesson. What I do forget from time to time is to stop, breathe and remember to look within and make changes.Camillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01740406108845535648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-9586126489722278982008-09-28T01:27:00.000-04:002008-09-28T01:27:00.000-04:00Wow, that is a great post. I love those hydrangeas...Wow, that is a great post. I love those hydrangeas. My parents have a nice variety in their garden on Vancouver Island. They don't grow here in Calgary - it's too cold. By the way, I love cemeteries too...especially some of the ones here from the late 1800s and early 1900s in the prairies. Some are in the middle of farmers' fields..I think you would love them too.raining sheephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04330747311809604870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-42676549933674194662008-09-27T22:42:00.000-04:002008-09-27T22:42:00.000-04:00I could almost smell these photos ... and I know w...I could almost smell these photos ... and I know what you mean; I'm constantly surprised by other people's impressions of me, as they are so contradictory to my own. I suspect only a select few are supposed to "get" us.Hilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06635628613744519816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-59758152423897030492008-09-27T14:13:00.000-04:002008-09-27T14:13:00.000-04:00sometimes it is scary to realize what other people...sometimes it is scary to realize what other people have been thinking of us. often people say i have an unhappy, melancholy face. sometimes that stings a little.cindy*https://www.blogger.com/profile/10968955846815718571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-40895453787438414162008-09-27T12:30:00.000-04:002008-09-27T12:30:00.000-04:00not only do i love your posts, but i love reading ...not only do i love your posts, but i love reading the comments by all the people who adore your photos and thoughts...always makes me think...thank you:) Have a Lovely Weekend!!Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101466077429611233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-21929862585868561352008-09-27T10:50:00.000-04:002008-09-27T10:50:00.000-04:00me too...but for me it's a stomach ache from the d...me too...but for me it's a stomach ache from the debate. will write to you more from paris! i realized what i missed most this week was your blog...Bonbon Oiseauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00217372750598243358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-32198443686870199692008-09-27T10:37:00.000-04:002008-09-27T10:37:00.000-04:00oh i know this feeling nadia...too well...i came t...oh i know this feeling nadia...too well...<BR/>i came to think people see what they want to see based on how they feel about themselves---sometimes they see what we want them to see based on how we feel about ourselves at the time...<BR/><BR/>we are ever-changing and growing and exposing and hiding new things---this hurts sometimes i think..i have been through it many times...it's confusing but coming out on the other side, it helps us learn i think.<BR/><BR/>mostly i think people very rarely watch anyone else's "movies" but their own...Bonbon Oiseauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00217372750598243358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-1474114210450672092008-09-27T06:05:00.000-04:002008-09-27T06:05:00.000-04:00These flowers are so sensuous I can almost smell t...These flowers are so sensuous I can almost smell them through the Internet...Mary-Laurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05014386827410465480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-77057009164569871782008-09-26T21:51:00.000-04:002008-09-26T21:51:00.000-04:00Thinking, reflecting, meditation is a sign of grow...Thinking, reflecting, meditation is a sign of growing!! Keep on beautifuls photos!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-89204045324928452122008-09-26T21:09:00.000-04:002008-09-26T21:09:00.000-04:00wow nadia... powerful. i think it must happen to a...wow nadia... powerful. i think it must happen to all of us... i get that a lot in my life... the adjectives i hear are not at all how i see myself. makes me wonder.Cannelle Et Vanillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13650130471790805186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-83414799600413231652008-09-26T18:17:00.000-04:002008-09-26T18:17:00.000-04:00such an interesting post, nadia... it made me thin...such an interesting post, nadia... it made me think about how i am seen, and who people imagine i am.montaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14414911616186252389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-71124030386657979872008-09-26T16:19:00.000-04:002008-09-26T16:19:00.000-04:00Thank you for putting this out there because it he...Thank you for putting this out there because it helps me think. I think in most relationships we are just mirror where the other person reflects himself or herself. What he sees in you.. or what he needs to see in you. Sometimes we evolve but the people who love us need to hang on to the old us for dear life.<BR/><BR/>But it's infuriating isn't it, because more than anything we want people to get us. Even if we don't quite always 'get' ourselves.<BR/><BR/>It has taken me many years to reconcile my confuse perception of myself, the image I give to the world, and the way others saw me. I'm not finished reconciling quite yet.corinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12752871210851803525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-44776631680885242622008-09-26T15:11:00.000-04:002008-09-26T15:11:00.000-04:00lovely hydrangea shots.what you described has happ...lovely hydrangea shots.<BR/><BR/>what you described has happened to me a few times. i read a saying once about how we can't control how people perceive us, but we can control how we represent ourselves. i think as long as you're authentic and true to yourself, you're not responsible for other people's perceptions. also, many times people see in us what they want to see in us, whether good or bad.Josephinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17725337394366725181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-2890633656525142482008-09-26T13:22:00.000-04:002008-09-26T13:22:00.000-04:00Amazing words and pictures - always make me wonder...Amazing words and pictures - always make me wonder and ponder.please sirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18399057388828998855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-45797122040897379892008-09-26T12:12:00.000-04:002008-09-26T12:12:00.000-04:00I am always surprised with what people "see" in me...I am always surprised with what people "see" in me..right or wrong. I have no idea what I present to the outside world.muralimanoharhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14422995764649985209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-41891873070974634802008-09-26T11:07:00.000-04:002008-09-26T11:07:00.000-04:00No one will ever know you better than you and even...No one will ever know you better than you and even this isn't 100% true. We change every day, all the time. Some of the people we love don't "keep track" of our changes, as we don't keep track of their changes, even if we think we do.<BR/><BR/>But do we really want to be completely understood ?<BR/><BR/>I also think that we are only and really ourselves when we give a part of us to others: on writing, on art, on cooking, on loving, etc, on doing something that allow us to express in some way. <BR/><BR/>Love the calmness of cemeteries too, I was planning on going next week to some and take some photos while the skies are still blue.etre-soihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12420895593052479265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-53786994874768411442008-09-26T10:55:00.000-04:002008-09-26T10:55:00.000-04:00Those moments are always so strange and difficult ...Those moments are always so strange and difficult ... so much of what we see in people is what we want to see. Usually that's a good thing, and helps us see the best - but sometimes it is a tragedy. <BR/><BR/>Beautiful post.evenclevelandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16338164103202396208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167921769755461419.post-19858279812489212672008-09-26T09:40:00.000-04:002008-09-26T09:40:00.000-04:00Wow. Makes me wonder what everyone sees in me... i...Wow. Makes me wonder what everyone sees in me... in us all. You never know how what you radiate and express will be interpreted. GREAT post.heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09896915486353470418noreply@blogger.com