Tag: larrylines

  • the human in the arena

    The door opened on a man that looked to be in his eighties and another man in his fifties. “May I help you?” the older man asked. “Pat Lines?” “Yes. That’s me.” “It’s your son. Larry Lines.” “Goddammit. I don’t recognize my own son. Come on in.”

  • playing in the bayou

    Photos in Houston along Buffalo Bayou Park including the Tolerance sculptures by Jaume Plensa, downtown impressions, Rosemont Bridge, and the Gus S. Wortham Memorial Fountain. We walk along this path every night. I kept seeing things I wanted to shoot. Finally got out to do it.

  • Unrecognizable

    When I first met Justine in 1999, neither of us had a television. In fact, I spent most of my 20’s without a television. There were just so many other things to do with my time. One night, Justine and I were on Harwin near Hilcroft, and we stopped into one of the Indian food […]