School Groups awaiting the torch.
Stouffville’s Town Crier.
And a close up: I love 10 megapixels.
The glowing man. Tempting to photoshop the flame in. It truly was visible in a spectacular way, but you’ll have to use your imagination. I don’t doctor photos beyond adjustments and crops. Nope.
The celebration continued at 19 on the Park, the renovated Municipal Offices where I do life drawing. This photo views to the North and shows the Clock Tower, and the people heading inside. I had Dynamo with me, so it was time to depart.
Hope you enjoyed the Picture Diary.
And because I’m a blabber mouth, here’s the text version:
While being completely uninterested in organized sports; I’m glad I went. Not unlike Christmas, the Olympics has been politicized, corporatized, and indelibly tarnished. Quite like Christmas, there is still much to be valued in participation of public traditions. Reading Joseph Campbell’s, Hero of a Thousand Faces gave me a richer perspective of the proceeding; here is the hero myth rewritten and re-enacted for our modern times. Completely secular and cross-cultural, a modern product of blatant propaganda and corporate sponsorship it appropriately reflects the mores of our society. The fact that the torch run is a (relatively) recent invention, and lets not get into by whom, is perfectly in keeping with the theory that every society must rewrite their myths anew in terms relevant to the times. While most of us may be unaware of the monomyth theory, a deep primitive part of us recognizes and responds.
And so, armed with both cynicism and knowledge, the sight of of the glow of pride on the torch bearer’s face brought quick tears to my eyes. The story, the ancient story that has been told and retold, adjusted, rewritten and discovered anew was written there. The pride shown was of a special kind, lacking in personal ego, full of communal duty, showing an instinctive knowledge that he was an integral and special part of some great story, a story that spans the history of mankind, and he was the bringer of fire, of glory to be shared with all.
Hope you enjoyed my small town pictures. I forgot how quaint Main Street Stouffville can be until I began editing.