Gracie’s Pearls

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From our apartment, we are spoilt with an incredible view of the Lions Gate Bridge (and Stanley Park, Burrard Inlet, Vancouver City, and Mount Baker!).

Nature’s ever-changing canvas framed perfectly by our windows, endless inspiration, endless soul food.

Pink and golden sunrises and sunsets glint off the city’s glassy skyscrapers, sometimes so bright you have to squint, and in squinting, the whole city looks to be made of gold!

The sun and water swing between chattering animatedly to smoothly reflecting each other throughout the day, delighting my eyes.

Gracie’s Pearls light up the Lions Gate Bridge from dusk til dawn.

At night, Gracie’s Pearls steal the show!

It was another painter at one of my painting classes who told me the lights on the bridge had the nickname Gracie’s Pearls. I loved learning that! (Gracie was Grace McCarthy, a Canadian Politician who was instrumental in getting us our lights. It sounds like it might have been a bit of a battle! Imagine having to battle to add something so beautiful and heartwarming to the bridge!!).

Gracie’s Pearls

Acrylic on canvas 30.5cm x 30.5cm (12×12 inches) by Arwen Munro, March 2024. Upstairs Music Box, Ambleside, West Vancouver, Canada.

This painting is a snowy day at dusk, Gracie’s Pearls have just been illuminated and the Stanley Park flag is at half mast as an expression of collective sorrow of the death of the former Canadian prime minister Brian Mulroney.

Have a wonderful day! 🍂

6 thoughts on “Gracie’s Pearls”

  1. The bridge does look like it’s adorned with pearls. What a perfect name for the lights.
    And snow, my favorite thing. As a child I could tell the temperature by the sound the snow made when I walked on it. The connection you weave between the pure white of the ‘pearls’ and the snow is beautiful in this post.

    • I love that you could tell the temperature by the sound the snow made when you walked on it! It reminds me of walking on the sand at Bondi Beach in the heat of summer, with the sound of the sand squawking underfoot like little chickens. Luckily, it did; it took our attention away from our tootsies being burnt to a crisp!
      Thank you for your beautiful comments on here, Michal ❤️

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