Sunset over English Bay from Kitsilano Beach in Vancouver last night was balm for the soul after the heartbreak of the day as the country mourned the loss of Captain Jennifer Casey.
Yesterday’s Massacre of the Innocents in Kabul was simply heartbreaking. This drawing today includes both a sketch based on a Reuter’s photo together with one of a section of Giotto’s Massacre of the Innocents c. 1305 from the Scrovegni Chapel in Padua, which moved me so much when we visited twenty years ago. There are no words but a need to express with this drawing outrage, despair and remembrance.
On the 75th Anniversary of the liberation of the Netherlands by the Canadian Armed Forces what better way with which to honour them all than with these Dutch tulips in triumphant bloom on our deck in today’s glorious sunshine.
Lest we forget.
Natalie McMaster and her daughter Mary Francis playing alongside the video of 17 year old Emily Tuck, murdered a week ago, was both a heartbreaking but also beautiful moment during yesterday’s “Nova Scotia Remembers.” Thanks to all those who contributed to the online vigil dedicated the all those beautiful souls who are no longer with us.
As I post my second painting inspired by the beauty of the Pacific Spirit Park I am learning of the tragic new from Portapique in Nova Scotia. I send my thoughts and condolences to all those grieving the loss of family, friends and colleagues. Tonight we are all Nova Scotia, from the Pacific to the Atlantic.🇨🇦
Backdrop to a Life, December 14, 2016
Yesterday was one of those perfect days in Vancouver that needs to be shared.
The North Shore mountains, the West End skyline and the shadowed sands of Kitsilano Beach.
Looking out above the logs to English Bay and the snow-covered peaks beyond.
A perfect afternoon for bicycling through the park.
Who wouldn’t want to stroll in the afternoon sunshine on such a day?
No surprise to those of you who follow The Changing Palette that I would choose this special place to write about in response to this week’s Discover Challenge from the Daily Post: Finding Your Place, in which we are asked by Cheri to bring a place alive that means something to us. But more than that, Cheri writes, “the heart of this challenge is to go further and show how or why this place is particularly special”.I have shared so many photos from Kitsilano Beach and English Bay over my nearly four years of blogging that the “how” is really self evident. But what about the “why”? Well, here is my answer. In 1975, on our first wedding anniversary, my wife and I came to Vancouver from England. We moved into a one bedroom apartment in Kitsilano just a few hundred yards from Kitsilano Beach Park. The following March, on one of our regular walks along the path you see in all of the photos, my wife went into labor and a few hours later our beautiful daughter was born. The beach was the perfect place to walk with the pram or stroller whatever the time of year, and soon a little brother joined our daughter on those same walks. It soon became a place to stomp in puddles, to take training wheels off bicycles, to bury dad in the sand, to laugh on the swings and slides, to walk with my wonderful late parents whenever they visited, to enjoy the four seasons with the changing colours of autumn, the few days of frost and snow in winter to be followed by the warmth of spring and the heat of summer filled with magnificent skies and those unforgettable sunsets creating silhouettes of lovers sitting on logs or people playing beach volley ball in the dying light. I could go on and on but I’m beginning to sound like Dylan Thomas. I think you can understand why this place is so special, so meaningful to me, as it has been and continues to be, the beautiful backdrop to our lives over these past forty years.