Friday, April 18, 2008

Put That Light Out!


I am an occasional contributor to the Free Society blog. In this article, I compare the government's proscriptive diktat banning domestic tungsten lightbulbs with their insistence on ugly light-polluting high-pressure sodium being specified for general street-lighting. Why is CFL okay for us, but not for them? After all, it's rubbish* as a table-lamp but great** as a streetlight.

Why doesn't government want to take it's own medicine?


* Expensive in comparison with tungsten. Short life if used in an energy-efficient manner, as they don't like frequent switching. Lower light-quality.
** Would work out cheaper than HPS if Lewin's Lumen-Effectiveness Multiplier is taken into account and lower wattages were run. Long-lasting when left on all night. Light-quality a million billion times better than any sodium.

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Sunday, November 05, 2006

Mercury Moons vs. The Sodium Menace

Church Lane, Harwell

A practical demonstration illustrating the clear superiority, on every level except raw lumen-output, of "outmoded" mercury-vapour streetlights over their Home Office Approved high-pressure sodium replacements. Here then, from a pedestrian's perspective, is a November evening's walk around the leafy lanes of Harwell village, South Oxfordshire. [map] The first picture shows exactly what you might expect: a narrow tree-lined village lane; a peaceful idyll.




Standing under a mercury lamp's gentle radiance as in the second picture, we see all the important information. We see the road-surface, we see the pavement and a clear delineation 'twixt the two. We see a mature brick wall covered in creepers, we see verdant trees and hedges. We see all this with our mesopic night-time vision, our eyes having adjusted to the conditions. We see a dusky-peach stain in the near-distance. We see someone's moving house.





You can hardly blame them. For when standing by the estate-agency board as in this next picture, we see a very different scene. The poor colour-rendering of this High-Pressure Sodium lamp means that instead of easy-on-the-eye natural contrasts, all an aid to night-time visibility, we are presented with a scene of sodium splurge. Detail is subsumed by reflected glare and the direct glare from the fitting itself. This SON light is many times brighter than the mercury-lamp behind us, and yet our actual ability to see is reduced. The glare creates an area of bold shadow directly ahead of the lumiere, which means that a piece of pavement just twenty yards away is rendered blind. Our eyes start adjusting to the multifold increase in light-level. We squint against the sudden glare. We feel a headache coming on.




Standing under this light, and with the camera on exactly the same settings * as in the first picture, I took this. The road may appear "well-lit" from a British Standards perspective, as there's certainly a lot of dusky-peach luminosity bouncing around. So much in fact, that not only is important detail subsumed and rendered inconsequential, but the unlit section ahead of us is rendered blind. And is this really how we want our villages to look? The searing intensity of this awful light represents an antithesis to what people like about village-life.


Turning around to look back at the mercury-vapour lamp, this picture gives an excellent demonstration of the qualitative differences between the two lighting-sources. One suggests tranquility, one suggests a military installation.

Even when standing directly underneath the sodium glare, you'll see that the pavement is markedly more apparent under the mercury light in the near-distance than it is in the foreground. The sodium light is so bright in fact, that even it's light-polluting bounce from the metalled road-surface feels uncomfortably glary. In wet conditions, this effect is, naturally enough, many times worse.


The Cleave

By the time I've arrived at Church Lane's junction with The Cleave, I'm starting to feel some aggression beating about my temples. I mean, How dare they? Who could possibly...? What were they thinking...? etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I'll leave you to enjoy the scenery for a moment while I take some aspirin.



Note the near-full moon making a valiant bid for dominance, but falling several starbursts short of the civilising influence from myopic man. Enlarge the first picture [click that thang] and you'll see another level of detail. Rooftops. Try and imagine them without the repugnant orange sodium glare; their clay tiles glinting silver in the moonlight, their chimney-pots dark shapes against a deep blue horizon. Imagine a galaxy of stars in the firmament; a natural wonder observed as routine by all preceding generations, but denied to us.


Wantage Road

The last remaining mercury-vapour lamp on the Wantage Road stands at the junction of Tyrells Close and provides the foreground illumination in this picture. An illumination which is clearly more up to the task than the stupidly bright and sickly sodium stains ahead of us. High Pressure Sodium's increased lumen-output does not equate to "better" streetlighting.It is a wholly un-natural light; ugly in the extreme, uncomfortable, glaring and downright dangerous in that it causes blind-spots due to the eyes' need to keep re-adjusting in the glary conditions. Drivers' reaction times have been shown to be many times slower under orange/dusky-peach sodium light than they are under "colder" white-light sources such as mercury-vapour or metal-halide.

In keeping with the national trend of introducing ever-higher levels of streetlighting, as advocated by a misguided Home Office policy, these villages' sense of rural tranquility is all but lost, and for what? Politicians' populist knee-jerk responses to the very social malaises they encourage their electorates to fear. "Oh, we're doing something about crime, do you see?" What they actually mean is "Never mind the growing body of evidence demonstrating an inverse relationship between levels of artificial lighting and incidences of criminal behaviour, that's too complicated to explain to the poor dears, we'll just get out the Ugly Gun, give 'em what they think is good for 'em, show willing and get ourselves re-elected."

The evidence is that these overkill lighting-levels actually lead to a heightening in instances of criminality in areas where HPS has replaced older lighting-schemes. That high levels of ugly municipal lighting actually does breed criminal behaviour. I suppose that if people are treated as errant, untrustworthy schoolchildren who need keeping tabs on, we will respond in kind.

I didn't have the airgun with me.



* Camera and settings used:

Canon A75 digital camera. Exposure 0.25s @ f2.8. ISO 200, no flash. All images brightened by 20% with Canon Photo Impression 5. The LCD on this camera always gives a brighter reading of events than is seen once the pictures have been transferred to the computer. This is not a trickery motivated by my hatred of high-puke sodium; the same level of compensation has been applied to all the pictures.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Down Harwell

Sorry for the lack of updates: this is entirely due to my having just moved house and, as such, am currently only on nodding terms with the wundaweb via an expensive and creaky old pay-as-you-go dial-up connection.

Expect a slight shift in the geographical bias of these notes. I’ve moved from the relatively dark skies of West Oxfordshire to a rather more light-polluted South Oxfordshire, with the lovely town of Didcot making, it would seem, an ever-increasing contribution to this shroud of dusky-peach covering where the stars used to be.

Walking out towards the downs from Harwell village about a month ago, up the path known as The Holloway, I passed under two mercury-vapour lamps; these contributing, as is often the case with this lighting, to the most sublime rural setting. Mercury-Vapour and moonlight setting off the timber-framed and thatched-roof houses beautifully and, on this narrow tree-lined lane, demonstrating the superior performance characteristic of cool blue-white mercury-vapour lighting; namely useful illumination with little glare at this low lumen-level. The moonlight helped, but it was easy to see beyond the lights, through to the unlit section of the track leading out from the village. I didn’t have the camera with me.

This week, I walked the same route again, determining to record the perfection before some nu-labor type came along with the ugly gun of HPS to ruin everything. I arrived too late. Where the mercury moons had shone but weeks before, there are now two bulbous semi-cutoff lumieres banging out at least 100 Watts of revolting high-puke sodium apiece. Aesthetically, the result is an abomination. One barely notices the C17th architecture now, for the lighting is so stupidly bright that the glare of dusky-peach subsumes absolutely everything about this scene there is to love. And on this moonlit night, I could not stand ahead of the lights and see through to the unlit section beyond. All I could see was orange, orange, glare of orange.

With the forthcoming nu-labor, nu-Mc.Britain development of Barratt Homes about to land on fields to the west of Didcot, there is a projected doubling in the amount of traffic that will be headed through Harwell village towards the A34. And we all know what that’ll mean in terms of lighting, don’t we? It’s started already. All but one of the mercury lamps on the High Street has been replaced in the last year by the dreaded Prescott Peaches. Under the brightest of these monstrosities, one may observe baseball-capped yoof in noisy evidence, getting pissed on alcopops. Urbanisation takes another step, and Harwell village becomes a suburb of Didcot.

So, you know, thanks to the wonks wot dunnit. Expect a pithy e-mail once I’ve found out who you are.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Song for the Streetlights

Hoh yes, my friends. In a webtastic Streetlights exclusive and thanks to the server-space of that nice Mr. R. Murdoch, I am now making available my very own Song to the Streetlights. You'll find the song Hurricane Lamp available for free download, along with a couple of others [varying streetlight-quotient].

8/2/07: due to the utter and continuing crapness of myspace's site-design/reliability, I am currently unable to log-in to that account, so am unable to approve friend-requests etc., let alone delete that 4AM Byron-setting. Most music's over-regarded anyway though [doncha think?] , so it's no great loss.