Drama 16 Stage Lighting

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: Stop sign on front street.

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The bright sun shining on a bright red stop sign

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Normally a stop sign would never put me in awe or fascination. The regular job for a stop sign is to simply stop a driver. However, front street is one of the worst streets in Hempstead. There are cars booming by, and normally this stop sign is always neglected. I always wondered why people would not stop for this stop sign. Then on this day, the sun was extra bright, the beam rays were at peak 10, and the stop sign has never looked more red. I drove by it and people were actually using the stop sign. The sun’s strong opacity made the stop sign a lot harder to avoid, and made people obey the law. On this day, I was very grateful for light, but without light, how to we avoid hazards?

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: I driving was on the highway in the afternoon.

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: I was in my car driving on the highway, while a helicopter flies closely above me. It was getting closer to sunset and the helicopter’s wings creating a moving shadow.

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: There comes a time when light does not appear to be real. I never imagined a helicopter being able to produce movement in the light. The wings of the machine were chopping the air and the sun rays that were dim for the day. The wings and the sun together created a shadow of circular movement. And never gave I see before, a helicopter creating movement with light

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: Last Thursday, late afternoon, at the Amityville Apothecary crystal shop.

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The sun was laying low and the rays were shining through the windows. The light hit some of the crystal that was hanging from the ceiling, and the light with crystals created a set of rainbows around the room.

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Sometimes the perfect time of day is not the sunset, but is the hour before sunset; The golden hour. As I am walking into a magical crystal shop, the sun dim beams struck the crystals. The crystals carried the energy of the light and created an array of colors that light up the whole room. I have been to this shop before, but only in the early afternoon. This time I went was my favorite moment strictly because of the light. The glowy golden hue transforming from the magical crystals, creating a treasure at the end of the rainbow. The sun’s indirect light made the crystals sparkle and illuminated every curve and crack of the rocks. It was a sight to see and was honestly a great marketing day for the store.

1) Hammer lab, Midnight, 3/9/21

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The light moment was in the hammer lab. A reflection from the windows of the office. The lights are tile square lights that repeat every other square, on the ceiling.

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Humans can not visibly see light traveling. We can not see the wavelengths of energy or sound, But we can imagine it. I think I see the movement of the light multiplying down the reflection of the window because maybe I want to travel with it. The light resembles the irony of me sitting in the lab doing homework past my bedtime. The reflection of the ceiling block lights leaves me wondering, procrastinating, thinking of how far the light goes. Can my mind go that far? Can I go further into finishing my homework. I don’t think I know the answer to any of these questions, but I’ll just keep looking at the ceiling block lights searching for them.

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION:  This past Wednesday, the 17th, and the bottom of my stairs around 9PM.

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The lighting moment I captured was directly on the wall at the bottom of the stairs. All the lights were off, and the light was a reflection from the moon through the window. Tree branches appear as a shadow from the light.

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Typically, I run up the stairs when it is completely dark because I am still convinced a monster could chase me to my room. However, right before I started running, I noticed a gloomy light peaking through a window onto the stairs. My fear then shifted into being mesmerized by the magic of the moonlight. The moonlight created a silhouette of the tree branches that were moving from a gust of wind.  I was so mesmerized by this square of light because it created a picture that was not originally there. Normally, when I run up the stairs, I just see a black wall. But on that very night, I imagined a background setting from a movie my dad used to make me watch all the time, Dracula. Ironically, the reflection was not scary, even though it reminded me of Dracula, but the feeling of comfort ran through me. That night, I walked up the stairs.