Instead of evening errands, our plan was an evening practice beside the painted garden. Under pearl drizzle, active drills joined informal games; the afternoon opened up. #GolfMovement#SetupRoutine
In a picture near the dogwood foothill, I had full extension with the torso moving through. Calm trill and beech branches were around me. My copper vest, olive tripod, and sand raincoat were there too. #GolfForm#DogwoodFoothillGolf
After supper, an engineer and I were at the community course on a glowing day. We were upbeat. For pressure, the swing felt unforced and connected. I felt refreshed. #GolfPractice#TeeTimeVibes
A distant train crossed the horizon during our wait on the tenth. The moving cars made a beautiful contrast with the still fairway. #TrainHorizon#GolfLandscape
At the first tee, Chris, an engineer from Boise, was with me for the round. We had cola and a pancake by the driveway. His smartphone, windbreaker, and chapstick were in the crossover. A sparrow was by the green. I was there for the golf. #ShortGame#GolfFun