Morning On The 15th Hole...

 Before the golfers gathered, before the golf balls sailed either overhead or errantly toward buildings or living things, before the world begins its work day, the sun gently rises above the 15th hole, the longest on this particular course.

It's completely captivating.

The view is a combination of greens and blues, shadows and light. Trees--some tall, others not as much--surround the grass creating a natural barrier between the competition and living spaces, between  relaxation and life. The manicured lawn rolls forward and back, behind is history, in front is the future. Where I stand is the present.

The sun peaks through the tall trees until the earth's rotation allows it to shine free of obstruction. That's when the golfers arrive. That's when those who may or may not have other duties to which they should attend pass by, maybe hoping to improve their "skills," but maybe not. Maybe they just want to forget about life or a couple hours while they smack the crap out of a little white ball.

Many disparage golf courses for a myriad of reasons. From destroying the environment to helping to proliferate the already unfair power structure toward the masses, bitter people will forever harp on the game and the playing field, but the creation of golf courses--most courses--are beautiful things. They show that humans can create a playing field that's a literal field, a breathing, living essential part of the sport.

I caught the morning sun kiss the 15th hole and I snapped a picture...

A picture I quite like.