Lines, I say! Lines!

I am obsessed with lines! I see them everywhere. They're in the park, they're in my apartment, they're on people's bodies- their faces, their torsos, their legs- they're on cars-I see them everywhere!

I don't know how it started or, where it came from. One day it just occurred to me that lines were everywhere and that I was completely enamoured with them.
It does my heart a great service to see a clean line somewhere. To look upon the face of someone and trace the lines of their impressive jawline with my eyes, to slowly drag my vision across their sharply cut bone structure, is to me the very personification of enjoying a thing of beauty,
To tilt back my head and stare into the Heavens as an ascending line of a building, or the curvature of a flower, or the sleek dip of a car, draws me to it's apex in any manner it saw fit is an hour well spent.
If you ask me, we don't do that as much anymore. We don't take the time to enjoy what we see around us. We always expect beauty to be obvious, to stand out, or stick out in a crowd.
Well, some do but, others we have to look for (and hopefully not too hard).
Like the lines in a person's face, how smooth they look... If seen at a different angle they could be other-worldly, like an alien from outer space, completely foreign to you.
That is what I love about lines,They take you places!
They show you a world that you've never seen, a world that's right in front of you.
Along with your trusty camera they pull down the veil before your eyes and expose what you've been missing this whole time.
If you follow any particular line it could take you anywhere.