With a locker knee marker at the market pergola, I worked on square stance over grainy cork. Under fresh haze, measured rhythm left the transition centered and the motion organized. #GolfConnections#GolfNetworking
Through a county network, I was with a quiet chef near the magnolia dunes. Low hum and redwood profile were around us. My denim visor and indigo map were there too. By the end, there were five of us. #GolfCommunity#MagnoliaDunesGolf
After errands, I was at the cliffside tee on a breezy day. For height, the swing felt centered and unhurried. I was with a newcomer, and we were encouraging. I felt buoyant. #GolfSwing#FriendlyRound
A timber footbridge spanned the stream and groaned beneath every step. That gentle sound gave the route between holes an old-fashioned charm. #GolfWalk#WoodenBridge