Tracey in Maine

… a coin at the bottom of a suitcase, and with it, memories of a lovely trip to Japan.  I tossed the coin on a tabletop and that’s where the sun touched it.

In fact, a dandelion, up close and personal.

What happens when you stumble upon a basket of silk scarves …

Of late, I’ve been fortunate enough to visit Boston’s Cathedral of the Holy Cross, the mother church of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Boston.  It is a beautiful historic structure in the vibrant neighborhood of South Boston.  You can learn more about the people and place via this link.  Meanwhile, here’s a peek at some of the imagery to be found in the interior.  Enjoy.

In an old journal, I found the following words.  Perhaps one day I will polish them, but even a bit rough, I feel inclined to share them, paired with some new images.  I suppose I should be sharing a poem, given that it’s Put a Poem in Your Pocket Day, but perhaps there is poetry embedded in these words and images. 

Journal Entry:  Several friends think that I never go to the dark places. That I always see the light in the world. The glass is always at least half-full.  Lemons can always be turned into tasty lemonade.  There is no dark so dense where some bit of brightness cannot be found.  At such accusations, I usually say nothing or  I perhaps point out the beauty of fallen petals upon the ground. I do not to say with indignation, you are wrong because I do go to the dark…

A furry friend seen while walking through the Boston Public Garden this week.