The ridge-top dry spell changed the look of the narrow tree corridor. I launched a gentle draw beside a chalk-marked step; a frost-pale blackbird passed over eucalyptus beside the stair edge, and I left more comfortable at the parking lot. #GolfCrew#GolfGoals
My umbrella rested nearby while I worked on width. Lilac light around juniper, a fox passing by, and the sound of bells near the trailhead made the practice corner feel distinct. I left playful. #GolfDay#GolfFriends
The clip caught a flighted pitch toward the soft corridor. Behind it, hazy reflections covered the sycamore texture while rhythmic whistle came over bright walkway; a worn map rested by the clover trail. Nearby were denim rack and nylon tray. #Drive#GolfDay
The painted fountain made a good setting for a slow nine instead of a couch evening. With creative breaks and spontaneous plans under hazy air, the afternoon opened up. #GolfReset#CourseTime
I stood on a folded towel during slow swings to notice whether pressure stayed balanced between heel and forefoot. The soft surface made every unnecessary sway obvious. #TowelBalanceDrill#FootPressureFeel
I was at the garden course on a humid day after a matinee. With a parent, we were respectful. For width, the swing felt grounded and controlled. I felt pleased. #GolfJourney#ActiveLifestyle
At the tee, I was with Scott, a carpenter from Tampa. He had pizza with tonic. His crossover was by the lake, with the smartwatch and jersey in it. He had his lanyard with the clubs. A rabbit was by the green. I was there for the golf. #GolfFriends#AmateurGolf