Drama 16 Stage Lighting

1. Date: 3/29/18, Time: about 5:50 pm, Location: Bridge near Netherlands dorms
2. The lights that align the bridge create a pathway back to the safety of the parked cars below.
3. I walk along a winding road, as I often do at the end of the day. There is still light outside, but the clouds make it dark enough to see the inner bridge’s lights shine a bit brighter. Each light acts as a spotlight of its own, pouring down a small pool of light on anyone beneath it.

March 25th-7:00pm-Crossing the Millard E. Tydings Memorial Bridge on Interstate 95

The sun was setting with yellows, blues, and greens and the light was still high enough that it caught the water. Yellow light reflected off the water making the water’s color a complete mystery whether it was blue, clear, or more greenish.

The reflected light shimmered in the water like a soothing hum lingering in the air. The sky blended with the water in color tone to become one shattered sort of mirror of the sky. It was peaceful and harmonious like a sharing of ideas and spread of beautiful light across the world. The shimmering golden lit water was breathtaking. The sunset made the scene like a fairytale. It was all so fantasy-like that it was surreal. It has the magical feeling associated with it like what would be felt if a penny was dropped into a wishing fountain and then the fountain’s water miraculously turned a more cooper-like color. With its magical qualities or really qualities of the beauty of nature, the lighting was like an enchanted reality.

2. I took this photo in January 2014 in Portsmouth, New Hampshire at Prescott Park.

3. Cold

4. In this picture, the sun is setting, leaving the chill of winter to take over for the night. The ice covered pier juts out over the dark, swift, and frigid water. As the sun goes down, you can feel the wind pick up and the temperature drop.

1) Friday 2/15/13 10:00 P.M. On the highway about to cross Throgs Neck Bridge.

2) Throgs Neck Bridge at night with its lights. From a distance I could easily see the individual with lights along the bridge’s arches. As I got closer I noticed a bright light blue reflection of the light on the water directly under the bride.

3) Everyone has two versions of themselves. One is the outside: This is the very first thing people see when they meet you. They make judgements based on this you and this is the you that the majority of people accept as “you.” This is who we want to present ourselves as and can be considered the “best” version of an individual. But it’s only a small part. It’s a shell of our real persona. Behind every smile on every face is a life. A person that has his own ideals and beliefs and experiences. What’s on the outside is just what we can see. Once someone lets you in, you really know them. They’ll give in to shyness and timidity to let you see they’re colorful underbelly. That’s when you truly know someone.

1. Wednesday, February 8^th, 2012. 8:15AM, The Shower
2. I was in the shower, getting ready for my FAVORITE class (Stage Lighting) when I noticed that I had left the door to the bathroom open. After I finished my shower, I had soap in my eyes so I naturally reached for the towel outside the shower. Sadly, I forgot a towel. I tried to open my eyes to be able to see if there was something to rub the soap out of my eyes with. Nothing but the shower curtain, I started to gently push the soap away around my eyes. As I opened my eyes, I noticed the shower curtain was set perfectly in the middle of the stall. The natural morning light stretched all the way to the bathroom, which I was not accustomed to. The light bent around the curtain, filling the shower stall with light and making the shower curtain look like a bridge.
3.  The only way natural light can hit our bathroom is by leaving the bathroom door open in the morning and the window shades are up (which after last week’s incident, rarely happens). After forgetting to close the shades, bathroom door, and my towel, I was able to see a beautiful and rare light. The light flooded the sides of the shower curtain, creating a marvelous shape. It seemed as though the light blinded me on both sides so the shower curtain looked like a dark, mysterious bridge. I felt confused and a little dazed. The bridge was there to cross the pool of light. My shock slowly subsided and I gathered myself and exited the shower stall. As soon as I exited, the light from the window flowed straight into my eyes, blinding me temporarily. It reminded me of a strike of lighting, maybe not the color, but the feelings associated with it. I felt vulnerable (I was in the shower), confused, and blinded. Blinded to greed, ignorance, lust, and stress, if only for a moment. Most importantly I was blinded from my towel.