Where/ When: Mineola Train Station, 7pm
Objective Description: Streetlight in the rain.
Subjective Description: The lamp created a soft orange glow that was reflected off of the falling rain. The light looked like a beacon of peace in a chaotic world with wind, rain, and rushing trains. The light gave a certain warmth to the air surrounding it, which contrasted the cold, greyness that enveloped the rest of the train platform.
1.) 3/10/11 – 11:30 pm ish – LIE between the exit for the Clearwater Expressway and the exit for the GCP
2.) Streetlights reflecting along warped asphalt creating distorted, S- shaped reflections
3.) Driving home last night I noticed the streetlights reflected on the road, but it was especially interesting because it had been warped by so many cars driving on it each day, which distorted the light into this cool S- shape. It looked like impressions made in the sand by a particular desert snake that rather than slithers will propel itself in a circular motion over vast sandy dunes. Or the wavelike rifts on a sandy plain after so much time the wind sliding across the malleable surface. It was really really cool.
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?
1. January 31st. 2AM. Outside of Vander Poel Hall.
2. The light comes from a bright street lamp that is shining down at an angle. It is bright orange. Light spreads wide, in all directions.
3. The light is shining on to the the branches of the tree beneath it, causing the shadows to be projected against the snow. Due to the angle of the light, the shadows stretch towards me. From my room, on the 6th floor, I can look down and see the rain only when I look towards the light, otherwise, it is invisible. The whiteness of the snow and ice against the ground is shining the light of the lamp back towards me, creating an intense orange glow which combats the knowledge I have of how cold it actually is out there.