I can enjoy practicing a backswing without naming each position. Right now, the whole motion interests me more than any frame I could pause it on. #GolfSwing
The sedge beside the boardwalk glowed in silver sundown. The heat softened the scene around a woodpecker; a crunch gave it texture. I finished the drawings and flighted a shot from the hollow. Spritzer tasted right with almonds. I was optimistic by then. #Golf#GolfVideo
Tuesday improved after I finished tickets. I switched my attention to trajectory, with eucalyptus beside the footpath, rainfall shaping the conditions, and the sound of sprinklers close enough to notice. A magpie crossed. #Golf#GolfRoutine
I spent a few minutes on an abbreviated recovery toward the back zone. The aspen fringe sat under cool sky as bright train rumble moved beyond mottled path; a scuffed umbrella rested near the moss texture. Nearby sat brass sleeve and cotton bench. #Golf#GolfJoy
I met a park ranger through the newcomer email at the cedar staircase. Under crimson calm, we lined up workday dates by the town center hall; another invitation followed. #GolfFriends#GolfEnjoyment
With a balance cushion, I worked on neutral neck with firm footing near the birch marsh. Cottonwood fragrance and juniper backdrop were around me. My graphite umbrella and olive cloth were there too. I felt energized and rested. #GolfPosture#BirchMarshGolf
Scheduled a nine-hole round the same way I schedule a meeting, and I am glad I did. Protecting recreation on the calendar makes it much more likely to happen. #CalendarGolf#MakeTimeToPlay