The golf course usually feels like a jarring intrusion when it appears at the end of the trail in the woods near our house. Maybe it has something to do with the memory of being clocked by a golf ball as we crossed this hole a couple of years ago. Sometimes, though, the manicurred golf course appears like an apparition and it just knocks me out – without the ball to the head thing.
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I think the organic, manicured expanse of the links is what keeps the weekend hacker coming back week after week, even when he can’t score a birdie to save his life. Something about that soft, green rolling landscape that evokes emotion.
Of course, once I stood in the middle of a fairway on that same course, under the influence, in the dead of winter, in the wee hours, in the midst of a heavy snowstorm, and watched my buddy, who shall remain nameless, run high-speed circles around me in the deep snow of the fairway with his jeep. No reverence for the landscape that night, I guess.
beautiful light
beautiful shot
I watch golf on TV during the winter- it’s the main reason I bought an HD TV. I like the greenery.
Of course I only like watching when Tiger is playing so last year sucked.
I love the shot of the snow-covered green.
I couldn’t find another place to comment or write you, so I’ll try this.
Tripped across your(?) REFRIGERATOR Photo set of Durand Eastman Park today. Nice. I enjoyed them. I volunteer at the Park and sometimes lead tours there with the Cooperative Extension.
Felt I needed to comment on your commentary around the Bernie Slavin memorial photo. You said he didn’t do any miracles. Ah, but he did.
Between 1907 and 1920, he managed an effort to plant 500,000 trees in the arboretum at Durand Eastman.