We’re into the fourth week of Photo 101, classmates, and Michelle has instructed us to look closely at something we treasure.
I pulled a couple of my golf clubs out and sat them down on my still brown lawn, perched them against the rail outside the front steps of the Little Bitty my dear wife Karen and I share in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
There have been years when I’ve been able to sneak out to our traditional Central New York golf course opener, Westvale, right around this juncture, welcoming spring with my buddies KP, Tater and Netti, and truly raising my spirits.
Golf has been my close friend since my Great Uncle Pete gave me an old club and beat-up balls and pointed me toward the park behind our house before I was a teen, and then patient older folks took me out to cheap courses and driving ranges on Long Island, and my father put together enough bucks to buy me my first used set, and I fell in love with the feel of a club making solid contact with that little white ball.
It’s freeing, it is. Satisfying, especially those times when the big dog driver behaves enough to send signals that keeps my Bridgestone on the short grass. So wonderful, to hear that plunk after the ball leaves the face of the putter and tracks through twists and slopes to the bottom of the hole.
Alas, it’s 18 F this morning in upstate New York. As you can see in my photograph that signals my love of the game, snow lingers, so much so that I’ve yet to spring-clean the leaves that blew across from our neighbor’s big front tree late last autumn. It may be weeks before that first liberating trip to Westvale, when the guys and I loosen up the muscles, the story-telling and the spirit.
Looking at the putter, the big dog driver, three balls and a few tees, though … I find a treasure chest in waiting.
The course will still be mucky, yes. We won’t wait too long. At least I won’t be ruining a new pair of golf shoes. I’ll clean them up the best I can after the first round.
And, for Post 4 of the Black & White Challenge laid down by PriorHouse, here the shoes are again.
Interesting what it does to last season’s mud spots.
I tag Katy Breen Allen, whom I’ve met through Photo 101. Have fun, KatyDid!
Is there a personal treasure that you’ve put on hold because of the lingering winter? How might you have gotten more out of the golf club photo? Do you prefer the color or black-and-white golf shoes, and why?