Drama 16 Stage Lighting

I took this picture of myself several months ago.

“Sun”

When I took this, it was early morning, and the sun was shining in through my dorm-room window – the sun is also the only light source I used. I made the picture look as dark as I did by shooting in black and white – it was actually very bright and warm when I took the picture, but getting rid of the colour actually makes it look a bit like night. Placing myself in front of the light shadows over my features, creating an even darker feel.

  

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2. I found this photo through google images that came from someone’s blog.

3. The Sun

4. I chose this picture because I liked how tiny the sun looked in comparison to the persons hand. I also really liked how the rays shown through the persons fingers and the shadows that were cast on the hand from trying to cover it. It gave me a warm feeling when I was looking at it. It made me think of a nice hot summer day when you’re laying on the grass looking up at the clouds and attributing forms each cloud that passes and at this instance the sun came into your eyes so you try blocking it. I also really like how the glare from the sun has what looks like an orbit if you will that is seen on the back of the persons hand. It’s a very “orangey,” red spot that extends farther than just the dot of the sun. Also the cool thing is that the sun in this picture is so bright that the persons hand can’t possibly block the suns rays. You can see this especially on the persons lower part of their middle finger how the brightness just makes it seem like a part of the persons hand is missing.

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: Friday, February 4th 2011, 8:30 AM

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The sun is shining at just the perfect angle to surround the head of the Benjamin Franklin statue on campus, in between Dempster and Breslin halls.

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The sun is extremely bright on this cold morning, and the snow is reflecting light in every direction, washing out my surroundings. I can only see the silhouette of an imposing Benjamin Franklin as I pass between buildings, enveloped in sunlight. The rest of the snow on the garden is very tall, leaving the impression that he is standing on some sort of mountain in front of me. The emotion is intimidation.

Taken by Philip Schaffer

COLD

DESCRIPTION:
The lighting of this picture is the blue that the sky takes on right before night. Furthermore, the grey tones in the picture, both in the light coming from the sky and the colors of the light and snow together, are the the colors the sky takes on on a snowy, or rainy day. This purple, grey, light reminds me of the snow day it was taken on; the sky was the same color that whole day, until it began to fade. This picture is the moment right before it faded; before the final source of non-electric warmth besides jackets and body heat disappeared.

1. February 2nd. 6:30 AM. My room.

2. The light is coming from a bright bulb directed right at my face. It is bright, white, and all encompassing.

3. Waking up to my roommate switching on his bed lamp, which, at the moment, is aimed directly at my face is jarring. Snapped out of sleep, my head pounds immediately as I stare at the bright, unexplainable light. Clarity returns at the same pace my vision does. As I can figure out my location visually, the rest falls into place. My roommate aims the light away from me, and I fall back asleep.

1. January 31st. 2AM. Outside of Vander Poel Hall.

2. The light comes from a bright street lamp that is shining down at an angle. It is bright orange. Light spreads wide, in all directions.

3. The light is shining on to the the branches of the tree beneath it, causing the shadows to be projected against the snow. Due to the angle of the light, the shadows stretch towards me. From my room, on the 6th floor, I can look down and see the rain only when I look towards the light, otherwise, it is invisible. The whiteness of the snow and ice against the ground is shining the light of the lamp back towards me, creating an intense orange glow which combats the knowledge I have of how cold it actually is out there.

Cabin at Walden Pond in Winter

Courtesy of http://www.4peaks.com/fthwalden.htm

COLD

The whole image looks bleached by the bright sun. The sky is bright, but it is a pure, cool blue. The broken-up quality of the light on the cabin adds to the feeling of isolation, and the long shadows imply that the day is either beginning or ending, creating a feeling of sleepiness. There is an icy feeling to the light. The sun, which is not visible, does not warm the picture.

1) Thursday Feb. 3rd 2011, 6:58 P.M.

2) The artificial street lamps lighting the NAB.

3) Approaching the NAB for rehearsal, I saw how the orange-yellow glow of the street lamps played off the shiny surface of the building and contrasted with the bright white fluorescent light coming from inside. It felt clinical in a way, but warm. Something about it fostered introspection. It made the bright light in the door, generally something positive and promising, look unwelcoming.

1) Thursday Feb. 3 2011, 12:00 P.M.

2) The noon-time sun reflecting off the snow in front of Constitution Hall.

3) The sun at noon was strong, and my eye was unaccustomed to the brightness after days of cloud cover. Walking out of my building, I was struck by the brightness of the sun reflecting off the snow. The light-colored brick of the graduate building caused the whole scene to blend together. It felt abrasively cold (emotionally speaking) and very jarring. The brightness felt out of place in an area as developed and urban as Hempstead.

1)  Today (Thursday February 3rd, maybe like 5PM) Outside bits

2) Sunlight striking the side of the library as it was setting.

3) As the sun was setting, it cast an amber light upon the mighty Axinn Library, the towering edifice of Hofstra University. Bathed in a warm golden light, the library looked inviting and safe rather than cold and oppressive as it normally does. The light fell in such a way that only the library was lit, all the other buildings on campus were in shadow, but the library stood like a beacon, bright against the otherwise dark campus. The reflection of the setting sun off the widows created an aesthetic glare. The library looked beautiful in a rare warm winter light. It almost made me want to go in and study.