As children we are taught to color inside the lines.  And, we spend a lifetime trying to learn when not to.  If we're lucky we reach old age knowing -- at least sometimes -- when we're being fed a line.  In the intervening years, verbally or not, consciously or not, we draw lines in the sand, as it were, and then dare anyone -- even ourselves -- to step over them.

For me, more than anything, lines are connectors.  Sometimes they are difficult to see – like the bonds of love among people.  Oftentimes, though, they are like those lines connecting towns on maps – the better the map the easier it is to plot one’s course.  It is lines such as these – connecting lines – that run through a photograph.  Like maps and relationships, too, some photographs are easier to read than others. 

My interest in photography began almost before conscious memory.  My dad always had a camera with him; there was nothing better than being his assistant.  In the decades since I blissfully held the camera cover or fetched filters, photography has become a daily contemplative activity through which I explore the landscape of my life, a lens which helps define the path I tread.

I hope you enjoy identifying lines in these photographs.  It is my wish that they inspire you to consider the lines running through your  days.