A theme I find and capture in photographs are lines that vanish to a point.
In other cases it is not only a line of lamps, but a feature formed in the ground.
And, another clock.
Then there is the occasional photograph where the foreground figures prominently.
A line passing into the dusk.
Lines passing into the end of the metro platform.
Lines like these . . .
Sometimes I am outdoors.
. . . Out on the town in the evening . . .
. . . during the day . . .
Then, in some cases I shot my pictures on film.
Then I find some winter shots.
And, of course, I do them in black and white.
So. I’m sure I’ll find more.