Posts Tagged ‘Streetlamp’

Lighting Observation #1 (or, Grizabella Moment)

1) Friday, 1/30/15, at 11:20pm.

2) A streetlamp in Colonial Square on a freezing night

3) I was doing a particularly miserable round of my complex, as I had the misfortune of being the RA on duty last night. One sight that almost made the frigid cold bearable was the poetic way that the streetlamp outside Williamsburg House, whose light was guttering and flickering in the wind, illuminated the path. Had there not been snow on the ground, the glow would have been lost on grass. It was eerie and desolate-looking, and reminded me of Grizabella’s song from CATS:

“Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters, and the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning”

Lighting Observation #8

  1. 9:00 PM March 19th, 2013 – Room 314A Hague
  2. The orange-amber street line is shining through the raindrops on my window.
  3. As I laid down to take a quick nap before studying I looked at my closet door. A big orange square of light was there. The light was textured from the raindrops against the window. I laid there listening to Bon Iver watching the rain drops trickle down the window pane. Their shadows looked like shooting stars moving in slow motion. The way each drop wriggled it’s way down the window, the shadows left a long dark path behind them on my closet door. The square became distorted. It was in a constant state of melting away. The rain created a moving gobo for the light from the street lamp. As the box melted and the music played I fell into a melancholy daze. I began to doze off, the moving lights working as a visual metaphor to the uneasy changes my future faces.

1st Light Observation Week 8

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: 03/22/11 Area outside of the library

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Streetlamps in the mist

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: As I was walking back from rehearsal I notices how there was a light mist around the campus. The usually strong yellow streetlamp appeared soft, white and ghostly. The feel was eeire and the lighting could have easily been on a boat dock by the sea somewhere.

Light Observation 6 A

1.) 3/10/11 – about 6:15 pm – at the walking intersection between Adams Playhouse and Calkins hall

2.) Street lamp light reflected in a large puddle with rain lightly falling into it

3.) This was a very beautiful and captivating moment, the amber light reflecting back almost white in the glassy pool only slightly disturbed by little droplets rippling along the top. It was strange to look at the streetlamp and see it as amber, then look down into the puddle and see it white, as though the two sides of a looking glass, or as though the puddle held another world. I watch the little drops racing headlong into that other world, that other dimension and wonder what there is on the other side? Once those little drops have reached their destination, do they turn white? Or blue, or purple? What becomes of these little beings so eager to join their friends on the other side of the looking glass?