So, I am a fan of sports. I enjoy playing sports and watching sports. I am convinced that I had so much energy as a child that my mom put me in sports as a way to tire me out. As a result Soccer became a part of my identity and to this day I still love it. As I have gotten older and been injured I can’t play soccer as much as I would like. As I can’t play as much as I used to I have tried other sports one being golf. My husband and I tend to consider ourselves fairly athletic people but golf puts us to shame. I don’t know what it is but swinging a club at a white ball is way more difficult than it looks. I want to be able to play the game especially as my children grow. I think it would be a fun activity to do as a family. But if my son at the age of 5 can outshoot me then I will be mortified. So in an effort to avoid the embarrassment I continue to try and play the game. One of the great aspects of the game is the simple, quiet beauty of a course. The contrast of the grass against the sky broken up by trees makes me happy.

A few weeks ago while working on a project I had the opportunity to walk around a course and take pictures. The course was quiet, it was cold but beautiful. Even though I couldn’t feel my fingers I had a great time snapping pictures. Maybe someday I’ll be able to hold my own on the course. Until then, I’ll stick with enjoying the beauty.