From its welcoming bronze owl to a quilted mural under a hammerbeam ceiling, Beaches Library is as an exceptionally photogenic building.
The transition from Beaches’ exterior to interior is not abrupt, for not only is there a reading garden outside, but numerous windows also create a close relationship between the indoor patron and Kew Gardens outside.
On my visit to Beaches Library in 2010, the trip felt like an al fresco outing because of all the abundant natural light. For instance, the long cushioned window bench on the west side of the first floor was drenched in sunshine, making it the perfect place to commune with a storybook.
Further coziness could be found in a wooden reading hut that sheltered a substantial blue cushion. On the same 2010 visit, I heard the sweet voice of a mom reading The Ugly Duckling to her child. They were inhabiting the playhouse comfortably, as if they had read there many times before.
Moving from the Children’s Section to the check out area, I paused to admire a paper jungle that had taken root on the doors leading to the meeting room. On a pre-2010 visit, the door had been open, offering a glimpse of a wooden puppet theatre and an old stone hearth within. However, this time, a dangling monkey, a fierce snake, and not-so-fierce butterflies guarded the door.
Even though I had previously visited Beaches branch many times, I nevertheless walked up the stairs to the second level with a sense of anticipation on picture-taking expeditions in 2010 and 2015. I wasn’t disappointed either time, for the high timbered ceiling that identifies Beaches with its sister 1916 Carnegie-funded libraries, High Park and Wychwood, was as gorgeous as ever. In my view, Beaches’ choice of wall paint contrasted very well with the dark wood, taking dignified warmth to another level with an intense shade that fell somewhere between electric nectarine and the ruby red of a Jolly Rancher candy.
Ascending to the minstrel gallery near the north wall and gazing over the grand east wing, I felt an airborne kinship to the great blue heron pictured over the stone hearth on the opposite wall. Everyday concerns seemed less important from this inspiring height.
When I stopped taking photos from the high gallery, I returned to the second floor to study a quilted tapestry. One of the librarians explained that it had been created in 1984 by local community members and library staff to celebrate the sesquicentennial of the founding of Toronto. The textile piece depicted park frolics and beach excursions in a playful variety of colours.
In addition to the quilt’s colours and textures, what impressed me most was the painstaking way that individual panels connected with each other. If one small section had a footpath sewn on it, then the section below it would be sure to continue the path and incorporate it into its own particular scene.
Kneeling in front of the mural, I got in the way of a hapless staff member who was only trying to sort books from a cart. I wanted to move to a place where I’d be less obstructive, but the more I looked at the quilt, the more stitched details I found to fascinate me.
I was especially taken with the puffy trees, squirrels, and whimsical figures enjoying their day at Kew Gardens and the beach. And on a lower panel to the right, I loved the way a woman with an orange buggy was about to stroll directly into the magazine sale on the shelf.
When I finally tore myself away from the quilt, my arms were sore from aiming the camera over my head so many times. My next focal point was the stone hearth on the south wall, which imagination furnished with blazing fire and early twentieth-century patrons vying for fireside reading spot.
Moving from the east to west wing, I noticed some casement windows embedded in the stone overhead, providing a fitting transition from the loftily elegant east side to the more intimate west. My last stop for the day was the reading lounge on the upper west wing, where streaming sunlight and comfortable leather chairs created an ideal atmosphere to relax at one of the loveliest branches in the TPL system.