Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry, “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlelight. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s Field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light.
–Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider
Light is knowledge. True. The light from these lamps have nurtured generations of knowledge, hanging for so many years in the South Pasadena Public Library Community Room. I always feel emotionally illuminated when I see them; I always wish I could channel Brassai when I photograph them.
(And speaking of the library, if you haven’t already read my latest column about it at South Pasadena Patch, I’d love it if you’d check it out.)
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