It was my third attempt this month to photograph the exhibit at our library. The first time, Matthew needed more attention; the second time, I forgot my camera; and the third time, there were too many people around. I’m guessing it wasn’t just the cold weather that brought people to the library that day.
I was told I could take pictures as long as no one was in them. So last Thursday, I followed the rules, but unfortunately, my photographic mission remained incomplete. Perhaps one day I’ll ask for a photo shoot permission pass, or maybe it’s more fun to remain a silent observer.
No photos of the exhibit, but let me still talk about it. Helen did it again. I wonder if she’s trying to tease me, as it’s my favourite subject. Along with the stunning display of photography books, I was also amazed to see old, and I mean very old, cameras. It’s fascinating to see how much photographic technology has evolved over the years. Looking at those old leather-bound rectangular boxes with lenses is hard to compare to what we have today, but back then, those cameras were as valuable to photographers as digital cameras are now.
The very first cameras will always hold historical value. Any digital camera you own these days will likely only have recyclable value, as camera technology changes so quickly. It’s always the first invention that holds significance.
While we still don’t have an active museum in Aurora, I’m glad that some artifacts are being displayed. Anything is better than nothing. I haven’t been inside the Aurora Cultural Centre yet, but why not have a showcase there as well? It doesn’t have to be all about art. Perhaps the Aurora Town Hall could also host a display—its hallways are spacious enough to accommodate something similar to the exhibit in the library.
That day, I let Matthew play on the computer with the children’s activities. As for me, I couldn’t resist snapping pictures of the winter weather on Yonge Street and the George Browning House, framed by the Aurora library walls. It’s a shame that one day, there will be no George Browning House.
There was something else I wanted to see. Unfortunately, I arrived late. On the second floor, opposite the elevator, there is a wall that displays art. In the past, a colourful collection of paintings always caught my eye, yet I never made it to the other side to examine them closely. Each painting was different, yet they all shared the same theme and a similar selection of colours.
Well, that was gone too. The new display is interesting, but I couldn’t figure out if it belonged to one artist or many artists.
On a side note, I do borrow books to read, but while I’m in the library, I like to look around. Last time, I actually used the self-serve checkout, and I concluded that I’m just too slow.
