This sunset two nights ago over English Bay in Vancouver needed to be shared.
For just a few minutes nothing else mattered.
Enjoy the moment with me.
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.
Timing is everything with this Kitsilano Beach moment in Vancouver.
“In Memory of Those Who Lost Their Lives So That We May Live In Peace”
The Colours of Vancouver’s Regiments, Christ Church Cathedral, Vancouver.
Lest we forget
Dedicated to Captain Matthew Dawe, commander of Charlie Company, 3rd Battalion, Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry based in Edmonton, Alberta. He was one of six Canadian soldiers, along with an Afghan interpreter, killed in 2007 when their armoured vehicle struck a roadside bomb approximately 20 km southwest of Kandahar City. Captain Dawe’s mother Reine was this year’s Silver Cross Mother at the National War Memorial Remembrance Day service in Ottawa. 🇨🇦
A moment for reflection this week in Vanier Park, Vancouver.
Fisherman’s Wharf, Vancouver in the Sunday sunshine today.