Archive for February 25th, 2016

Lighting Observation 5

Date: 2/25/2016 Time: 9:37 p.m. Location: pathway between Grad hall/ towers and the parking lot

Objective Description: The night is dark and the only light is coming from the lamp posts that are all along the pathway. The lamps are shaped like little globes and from the path, it is as bright as daytime out.

Subjective Description: Standing at the end of the Student Center walkway, about to cross the street to the pathway allows me to see it from afar. The night sky contrasts with the glowing orbs of the lamp posts and they look like stars on the earth. As I walk onto the pathway, the darkness of the night disappears and I’m enveloped in this light. From the pathway, it seems as though it is mid-afternoon instead of well into the evening. This light made me feel safe and aware of my surroundings. As soon as I stepped off of the pathway to head towards my building, I was again swallowed into the darkness of the night.

By Candlelight (P4)


Photo by Massimo Cerrato. Flickr photo page here. Direct link here.


A blast of sweltering heat washes over your face, casting your face in flickering shades and tints of amber, creating deeper shadows in the hollows of your cheeks. The soft, glowing halo of just a few small candles, illuminating only that which remains within the close range of the candles themselves, establishes a small, intimate setting; flushing your cheeks with the heat from the flames as they flicker to and fro.

Summer Days (P5)


Photo by Mahmoud Hiepo. Direct link here. Flickr page link here.


A drop of sweat beads full and trickles down the back of your neck as you lay sprawled out on the lush summer grass, gulping down ice cold water in between heaving breaths as you come down from your giggle fit. The bright beams of the late afternoon summer sun twinkle down upon the scene of your fun-filled summer day. As the sun hits the slide, the reflection illuminates the wide, giddy grins stretching across your best friend’s and your blotchy, flushed faces. You notice the light reflecting oddly onto the side of a house, beyond a line of saplings at the edge of the park – it looks like water. You turn a wicked grin towards your best friend, and seeing a similar mischievous sparkle in their eyes, you set off running across the grass, ripping your clothes off as quick as you can, yelling, “Last one in walks home without shoes!”