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!

There was no post, yesterday.

I tell you, someone’s going to get it in the neck.

They don’t make staff like they used to.

Todays post is simply a photo. I love it so much, and I wish I could take photos as well as this talented photographer can.

The walls of our house are lined with pictures.They range from fancy prints we bought ages ago, to a large simply framed water-colour of some flowers over the fireplace, to , and this is what I’m going to talk about today, pictures that we (myself, and my two sisters,) painted.They range from when we were all under four, and gradually change from unrecognisable squiggles, to some blotchy daffodils to a blackbird sitting in just the way a real blackbird would sit.When friends came round, I was kind of embarrassed at first, the fact that everything around them was created by us, charting our own artistic childhood (mine dropped off at age ten – I stick with theatre and music now,) but now I never think of it. I look on it instead as a welcome. Having it around you, a sort of portfolio of your life.Oh, so you painted pirates when you were seven?Look! Is that Queen Elizabeth?What a lot of small pictures of flowers!This makes me feel proud. Today’s message is, If you have pictures on your wall, and you’re a child, be proud, that all your efforts charting your life so far are all around you.And if you’re an adult, revel in it. You won’t have them for long. 

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

When I first concidered the idea of a blog, one of the things that puzzled me was, how often should I write? And, more importantly, what about?

It occured to me this morning that I neat not write about anything big, or important, just things that strike me, and I find interesting, or at least deserving of a line or two. 

Today’s is one of them. 

Looking up at trees in winter may seem a little mundane for the ordinary person with 20:20 vision, but if you need glasses it is quite an experience. I was glassesless for about 8 years, and the first thing that struck me when I walked out of the shop was how great the trees looked. I nearly walked into several things because I was looking up at the trees. The branches make little twiggy hands, and look so so black silhouetted against the sky.  

My copy of Wipeout Pure, a racing game, arrived today. 

All is good. 

 With Trees and games,  

I mean, there are a lot of other bad things, 

 Like child poverty, 

 I’m going to click publish now.