Photography

Another post about photography!

For two reasons. One, I’ve decided to buy a Canon Digital Rebel XT, and I’m going to become a photographer, and two, I got my first comment when I wrote about said photos. Oh, yeah. If you’re reading any of these posts, please comment. I like to feel like I’m doing this all for someone. So, just leave a note, and spread the word.

I’m buying a camera because I really want to take brilliant photographs. I want to learn how to use a SLR, and how to manually focus and zoom, without relying on automatics to do it. I want to be able to capture a moment for my children, and play it back again.

Being 15, buying a camera is actually quite a big thing. Saving is not something I’ve been particularly good at, so shelling out £299 pounds is quite radical.

(Laughing) I’m full of the ideas of what I’ll do when I get it.

Any tips on what lenses I should get, or how to find interesting subjects would be appreciated.

See you tomorrow!

Time Travel – And what to do about it

I was thinking a bit today about time travel. In particular, the method of winding back and forward the years, so everything moved around you in a blur as you stood still. Tiny stems of trees coming up from the leaf mold, growing mighty, and falling like soft rain around you.

Stephen Hawking makes the excellent point that we will never create a time travel device, because if we’re going to, tourists in time would be proficient now. People would be appearing and disappearing, and we’d be overrun by the equivelants of the elderly American couple in Vietnam (“Oh, you still use land cars! How quaint! And look, Hank, MacDonalds hasn’t had the great income crash of 2197!”) making patronising comments all over the place.

And I say, What the hell, because we can all dream.

One of my favourite time travel daydreams is the “Who to Save” question. Would you go back, and save Jews from the holocaust, innocent women and children from the Norman Conquest? Or would that be disrupting history? Is the fact that this man died in a concentration camp, which allowed another man to marry his fiancee necessary to your exsistence?

Anne Frank. Would you save her? Stand in The Anne Frank House, and wind back, until the small frightened girl and her small frightened family appeared before you?

Or would the fact that you were only saving one of many poor poor children be terrible for your conscience?

I’ll never know. And I’ll never have the chance to for two reasons. First, the car has pulled up outside the school gates, where I am writing this, and Second, Stephen Hawking has proved otherwise.

And he knows everything.

Everything

My House When I Am Rich And Famous

Today is about dreaming.

Day dreaming, if possible, because my dreams are usually disjointed blurs of colours and numbers and shapes.

Today, we are dreaming about houses.

My house would be on a hill, because I wouldn’t want it to flood, and it would be looking down into a valley. I wouldn’t like there to be any other houses near by, just my house on the hill. It would be large, but not huge, as that would be arrogant, and I don’t want that. Inside, it would be open plan. I’d trust my family enough that I wouldn’t mind about privacy ( I mean, all the bathrooms and bedrooms would be closed away,) and everything would take place in this large room. There’d be a big staircase in the center, going up to a gallery sort of structure around the edge, where said bathrooms and bedrooms would be. It would be comfortable, and warm and messy. One whole wall would be made of glass, over looking the valley, and the birds would fly past. The dog would amble around the garden, which would be more of a shrubbery, and everything would be good.

 Dreaming

I like dreaming