Dreams, I think?

5 December

Last night: I dreamed about war. A boy was taken from me and it was terror. 

22 December

Tonight I waited up for the moon. The clouds were kind, and let me take a peek. But looking up into the universe often makes me feel peculiar and so very tiny. I tiptoed back inside and sat beside the window and watched the sea instead.

Harry.

I took this picture after seeing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One: I think that my shirt has ended up looking like a wizard sleeve. I thought I might talk a little about the film, as I do like to talk about anything Harry Potter.

These books mean the world to me... I have grown up with the series since I was a little girl. When I was young I used to dress up in robes and go out in the garden and mix up petal spells in saucepans and mutter extremely cutting remarks at the nasty old professor Snape. I can still recall waiting for the new book to come out, my parents bringing it home for me, and staying up all night, reading until my eyes slid shut...

I have always been horribly mean to the films, I have only just begun to fully accept that film is indeed a different media than prose - and they cannot film every single page as is in the novels. Some of the earlier movies have been frightful in my opinion, (I shall never forgive the failure of the Harry and Ginny relationship, nor Michael Gambon as a gruff, hippie Dumbledore), however, to my surprise, I absolutely adored DH 1. The acting of Emma, Daniel and Rupert seemed to suddenly become, well totally breathtaking... Emma's screaming during the torture scene was spine chilling and my favourite character Ron was certainly done justice.

I sobbed, I screamed in fright (Snake attack!), my heart ached. Its nearly at an end.

A List.

a quick note

My little page has had a few changes, and I changed the name as well - 'Postcards to the Moon' is replacing 'Rabbit Heart', as I think it might be a teeny bit more exiting. You see, I simply copied the latter from the Florence and the Machine, but I came up with the former by myself.

Ella through windows

I am going to try again. My mind is all in a terrible muddle, and I simply don't know what I can write that may be interesting, and even more so, I don't know why it even matters. I will try to write about little trivial matters that may interest me, snippets of my pictures, of my life, of clothes and films that I like, instead of poetic passages with pretty words. I wish so much that I could write something lovely and creative, but it just sets me up for perfectionism and that won't do at all! I wonder sometimes if all girls, girls that I admire, perhaps have these doubts about their own work, but often I feel as if it is only me who is unsatisfied, which is ridiculous of course. Enough of this silly moping!

Above, the picture is from my latest photographic pursuits... I have hundreds of ideas that float around in my mind for pictures, never ending rows of trees with blurred girls in white dresses and glitter and flowers and angular bones... images that I am going to capture that will inspire awe in others, which of course is an extremely idealistic dream as I feel my ideas are particularly unoriginal. The thought of all the photographs in the world makes me feel all funny (sort of like thinking about the universe and all the never ending stars), as I think, how am I to do something that has never been done before? My darling parents have been helping me to make a darkroom, which is nearly finished, and I suppose all I can do is keep taking photographs, as its one of the few things that I really really do love.

p.s I do tend to babble alot, you may need to get your skim-reading glasses on!

x

Brrrr

It froze over last night. I woke up with my warm breath fogging the ice cold air and my nose bright cherry red, poking over the sheets. Frost is so pretty, isn't it? Its almost as everything is wearing a glittery party dress - everything sparkles! It seems that beautiful things can be rather dangerous, as a combination of the slippery steps and the lack of grip on my ankle boots resulted in me falling flat on my back. I will have to be more careful tomorrow!

A few nights ago I watched Titanic, one of my favourite films ever, for the first time in 5 years. I sobbed and sobbed. My throat stung, my cheeks burnt, my heart was as cold as Atlantic ice. I hadn't cried so hard in a very long time... it shattered me into a million pieces. But the shards were pieced back together so much more painlessly and quickly than before. It really was a wonderful feeling... just feeling.

Cards

Today is a marvelous day for sitting inside by the fire, winter is here and the time has come to eat chocolate biscuits and drink tea.

I have been knitting, very slowly of course - a scarf - foolishly made from very fine, 4 ply, bright red wool. Its coming along but with the wool being so little - its taking such a long time. I can't wait to be able to knit jumpers for myself... I want to make a black and white one with little hearts on it. Today I bought a remote for my digital camera - I am totally fed up with having to put it on self timer and then scramble about and usually muck up the shot... it should be very useful, hopefully!