Considered lines on a parking lot, white "X" lines on a shed, cars lined up at a red traffic light and lines at the grocery store.
Even considered taking a photo of the lines on my face as the 'lines' from that old Eagles song "Life in the Fast Lane" played in my head. You know the one:
There were lines on the mirror.
Lines on her face.
She pretended not to notice she was caught up in the race...
Then during the last 1/2 mile homeward lo and behold: turkeys. A whole line of hens walking across a neighbor's yard headed into the shelter provided by a stand of trees. Luckily the camera was ready and there were no other cars on the road.
