Tracey in Maine

It is an everlasting gift given to me by my parents. An appreciation for gardening.  I’m grateful that so far no matter where I have lived I have been able to play with seeds and soil.  Along the way, I have always learned something. One of those recent learnings was the genesis of this new photo essay, Practicing Patience, now appearing on Creativity Portal.  I hope you enjoy.

While I cannot say I am ready for the arctic blast that is apparently striking the east coast next week, I am a bit curious to see what icy formations will appear on the windows next.

One of the challenges I set for myself at the end of last year was to practice what I was preaching which was encouraging other people to submit their creative works to literary and commercial publications.  Towards that end, I submitted three images of a Somerville sunset to the online literary magazine, The Critical Pass.  I was honored that one of the images was selected to appear in the current issue, viewable via this link.  While, if you choose, you can easily discover which of these three images was selected, I hope you’ll have time to browse the other works in this issue, as well,  from the thoughtful Letter from the Editor to a wonderful interview with a 15-year old poet (pp. 18-20).

FYI, each of these images is available in my Zazzle Shop here, here and here.

It forms in all sorts of shapes and patterns.

I was talking with my brother on the phone this morning.  Since the two of us have been known to converse for quite a while, I found myself a chair.  It’s the chair where I normally look through the rippled glass window …

but this morning my eyes rested upon a neighboring wall where sunlight played.

The show didn’t last for long, just long enough, and here are a few scenes from the drama.