Drama 16 Stage Lighting

Time: Sunday evening, around 5:30

Objective Description: I saw a beautiful orange and pink sunset, and when I looked at it again a few minutes later, it had changed to vibrant red.

Subjective Description: As I was leaving Michaels, I looked to the left to see an amazing sunset on the horizon. The sky was a vibrant wash of orange and pink. I attempted to take a picture of it, but the picture couldn’t even come close to capturing its majesty. I looked at the sunset a few minutes later and it had changed completely. It was now nearly the same attention-grabbing red as the stoplights on the road. I couldn’t believe how drastically the sky changed in a matter of minutes. The sunset was such a beautiful surprise and a reminder that change can happen quickly but often has wonderful results.

9am Thursday, 57th st. & 8th ave. NYC

A single red stoplight

At this intersection just below the stoplight was one of those orange chimney-like cones they place over a manhole to vent steam from below the street. The steam was rising and zigzagging in front of the red light, while the light fixture itself wavered slightly in the breeze. It was a stark cold moment that emphasized what can be a cold unfeeling city at times. The light felt lonely only to seemingly wish to be warmed by the steam rising in front of it but never touching.

1) February 18th, 2014 on the Hempstead Turnpike around 8:30 PM

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Driving back from the Emergency Room, I noticed the light streaming from a stoplight.

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: In my sick state of mind, it seemed to me like my vision was enhanced. The congestion had caused my eyes to become watery, through which all light was heightened. I noticed in particular, one stoplight, with its tricolor, ever changing light. As the light switched from red to green, I noticed the beams of light streaming out from all around the source. The green light pierced through the cold, dead night, like a light crown around the circular lamp. In the background there danced beams of light coming from all of the street lamps, the harsh orange color with which we are all too familiar. The scene was beautifully painted in my mind: the colors of night on a busy highway.

Date, Time, Location: Wednesday March 23^rd, 2011; 9:30PMish, driving home from school

Objective Description: snow at a stoplight on the window.

Subjective Description: As I decelerate at a stoplight more snow from the top of my car roles to the front window. Before I whipped it off my lighting moment occurred. as the roads were very slipper and misty, the only thing you could see at night was darkness, and car lights illuminating the five feet in front of them. On my stop I noticed a floury of white firefly like bulbs glowing surrounded by a clump of burning red snow. This gave the feeling that the fireflies were “chilling” in club red on my windshield.