Shakespeare in the Park

I'm lucky enough to have a roommate who was lucky enough to score tickets to Shakespeare in the Park last night (and who was nice enough to share the extra ticket with me!). We saw The Winter's Tale, and everything about it was stunning. It was a disgusting, sticky afternoon. Rain would have been a blessing, but the skies cleared and the night turned out to be completely comfortable and even a little breezy.
Seeing Shakespeare performed outdoors, especially such a masterful production as this, felt like a religious experience. The stage was circular and very open, so there were no bad seats, and it looked over a pond and over to the East Side, surrounded by trees. The play started at 8, so the light gradually left as Leontes begins to go mad with jealousy and ruin the lives of those he loves. Paired with the gorgeous music and liberal use of fire (which I particularly enjoyed), it felt like seeing Shakespeare performed outdoors was completely organic and ideal, which I guess it could be - seeing as the Globe was essentially roof-less.
I wish I could have taken pictures, but the dreamy world of the play juxtaposed with the full moon over the Park is an image that will hopefully stay with my like a photograph for a while. Now, we just have to hunt down Merchant of Venice tickets until we get them, as it's my new summer mission to see Al Pacino play Shylock on that stage.
Just to give you an idea, here's a photo of the Delacorte:


I did write this weekend, and I'll post it tomorrow. Still some adjustments to be made!