Drama 16 Stage Lighting

2. Photo by Simona Barbu – http://www.flickr.com/photos/createsimona/3107960326/

3. Cold

4. To me, this photo screams “cold”. The photo almost glows white. While colors invoke a multitude of feelings, the lack thereof in this photo allows the light to emit an iciness that chills to the bone. The fog adds a similar bleak and numbing feeling. The center of the photo is so thick with fog that you cannot see past it – it’s unsettling. There are deep shadows that increase the feelings dread, and eeriness. Nothing about the photo is warm – the big picture only emits a bleak, cold feeling.

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3) Cold

4) The Northern Lights are the epitome of coldness. Their mysterious colors radiate throughout the sky during the winter time up in the northern and southern hemispheres, depending on where you are. The luminosity of the Northern lights are majestic. They brilliantly brighten the night sky with their spectacular rays of light.

Not only are the colors of this phenomenon marvelous, the science behind it is intriguing as well. The way they appear in the north at a certain temperature causes the beauty of the Northern Lights.

2.http://nomadda.tumblr.com/ Cold Light by Blotto

3. Cold

4. I believe this photo shows cold light to it’s finest in this picture. Yes there is snow all on the car, but that is not the point. Shining through the car is light, and it is light that you see anytime you look through snow. You can imagine a whole new world on the other side of the car, or a person in there. Also, this is cold light because this kind of light only shines this way when it is cold outside, and it is the only time you will see white light look like that. In addition to the cold white light, the light around the car is very blue, even the snow looks blue, and blue is usually associated with cold, and it is no different here.

2. http://www.stuffintheair.com/Blowin_in_the_Wind-FogWeather.html

3. cold

4. The cyan color the light is seems cold to me. It reminds me of the color the sky makes when the sun goes down. There is no warm colors in the image at all. The clouds reflect the light while still blocking out more sunlight so there is a very even amount of light throughout the picture. There is no variance in the lighting at all. The sun is not visible so no warmth is coming off of that. It reminds me of the light when it snows and rains which is chilly to me.

1. February 9, 2012 at 6:30 p.m. walking to rehearsal, the Intramural Fields

2. Athletic Field Lights on the other side of the intramural field

3. As I walked past the Intramural Fields, I saw some students playing frisbee in the near dark on the fields. The only light was coming from the Athletic Fields in the distance, but you could see people running around. As I witnessed this, a thought hit me. As beautiful as we can make things when they are lit up, they can be equally beautiful and entertaining in darkness as well. These students can have fun with barely any light, intimate moments between people will often happen when there is no light, and you can play games in the dark. Football players back in the day would play catch for practice. I like to  think of this observation as how beauty can be found in Light, but it can definitely be found in Darkness as well.

1. 2/6/2012, 8:47, Alliance Hall door

2. The light coming in through the front two doors was making perfect rectangle on the floor.

3. The light reminded me of light coming in through a window at a creepy house. Like the first morning light after you have spent a long night in a haunted house and that light of morning brings your first feeling of hope. Night is over, you are safe and can be free from the haunted house. This thought was inspired by The Woman in Black which I saw two days before.

1. February 6, 3:45 AM, suite 1126.

2. Fluorescent lights from the hallway outside my room, spilling through the peephole and cracks of the door.

3. Monday, in the early hours of the morning, I stumbled out of my room to get a water from our common room. Per usual, all of the lights in our suite were off – the room lights, the common room lights, the TV, the faerie lights. It was complete darkness. The only exception to this was the door leading out to the hallway. The doorway was illuminated by glowing white light from the hallway. The beams of light spilled through the cracks of the door, and through the peephole. It produced a ghostly and ethereal feeling in the room. Even in my half-asleep stupor, I could appreciate the strange beauty the light created.

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THEME: Cold

Back home when you wake up before the sunrise, sometimes everything around you is shrouded in fog. Usually in the late fall, winter, or early spring, when it takes the world longer to wake itself up and is still rubbing the sleep from its eyes. The way the fog in this picture is lit is just stark enough to put me in mind of those sleepy, frigid mornings of home. Early morning sunlight is even reflecting off the water, making the entire picture look as if it’s caught in the glare of the sun and adding to the overall haziness created by the fog. The black and white also adds to the overall feeling of cold. I also like ducks.

Monday 6 February, 2012
Outside Emily Lowe Hall and the Cranford Adams Playhouse
Around 8:00 pm

I’m walking from Lowe towards the Playhouse and I see the moon in the sky. It’s visible through the branches of one of the trees and is framed on either side by the lampposts outside of the Playhouse.

I appreciated that the first thing I noticed, despite the tree branches, despite the shining lampposts, and despite the overall light pollution that shrouds Long Island was the visibility and brightness of the moon. It was just that shade of yellow that’s hinting at a harvest moon to come, and it’s appearance through the tree branches against the pitch black backdrop was beautiful. But the invading abruptness of the unnatural light from the lampposts added a certain level of sinisterness to it, as if the lampposts were planning on overcompensating for something and outshining the moon so much that it would be drowned out forever.

2. found in promotional photos for the Hotel Kakslauttanen’s accommodations, <http://www.kakslauttanen.fi/en/accommodation/>.

3. Theme: Cold

4. The Northern Lights is one of those bucket-list dreams few people get to realize in their lives.  With most of the best viewing locations North of the arctic circle (or South of the antarctic circle ), properly seeing the lights in their full glory is rather difficult.  With individual glass igloos available to spend the night, The Hotel Kakslauttanen in Finland offers a unique chance to view these beautiful displays of light and color , protecting you fromt he elements in your own bubble of life and warmth as the cold of the night settles in outside.

Despite any and all scientific explanations of what makes up these lights given to me, a breakdown of ions and particles can never covey what the aurora is.  My parents, who saw the aurora borealis in Alaska a few years ago, tell me no photo they have ever seen—no matter how splendid or vibrant, can convey the pure magic of the skys almost literally igniting above you and around you.  The cold of the far North is a cold of merciless elements and life unfit for normal human existence.  Writers like Jack London remind us of the near primal existence that IS the North.  To experience these lights, however, is an experience that would justify the pain of the cold, justify the treck into the far reaches of the globe, to live these lights before you.

Outside the igloos, the air has dropped below zero, the wind sweeps through the trees, a thin barrier of glass separating the elements from your sleeping bag as you watch the night unfold above.  This would be a night I’m sure nobody could forget.