#4

Sometime about ten years ago (maybe 9, maybe 11), I started playing golf every year on my birthday.

I probably look at golf a little like its inventors did - it's a slow paced walk with some interesting distractions and a few satisfying moments of physics. I don't keep score, don't feel competitive about it, and only carry about a third of a set of clubs.

All that, I think, serves as an appropriate intro to this picture of the approach to the #4 tee at Mastick Woods, a short 9-hole course near my apartment.