Tech envy

There's been a thunderstorm going on here for the last few hours, with a lot of lightning casting blue across the sky. There was even something pretty close once, a few hours ago -- close enough that I heard thunder not as Zeus' far-off rumbling but as the angry, stabbing cry we best know from sound-effects shops. (That was a little creepy. I got a little surge protector from Belkin when I found myself running out of outlets but I'd rather not find out exactly what the asterisk next to the "ten thousand dollar guarantee!" was referring to.)

Anyway, having had a long-standing affinity for the mystery and romance and beautiful colours of the night, I thought I should try my luck at getting a nice blue-backlit shot of the tree outside my window. Alas, predictably it came to nothing. "If only I had a camera with a massive lens," I thought, "and a ten-frame-per-second continuous drive mode. Then I could cast my net wide as Orion's bow and gather up all the colourful shells of the sea."

But, no, there's nothing to do but sigh and think nighttime thoughts, about a future of digital rebellion against analog transience.