The edges of things lead your eye down the garden path, or along the hall, or into your child’s eyes.
A line that leads along a fence…
The edge of this building. The line of the boards. Leads my (Sincerely, Emily) eye into imagination. What was the building used for? How old is it?
The edge of the canning jar, an older one with a big deep edge. This particular jar came from an estate sale. Oh, how I would love to know what it has held.
Where does your eye lead you?