Maybe in ten years I might walk across the golf course as often as I did this week. I completely changed my mind since yesterday when three times I exclaimed, "I will chuck it all to become a full time golfer." In spite of not having swung at a golf ball in many months, nay, years, I happened to play only because the organizers of the tournament asked me to substitute for a player. While at first I felt enthralled to find myself surrounded by the lovely landscaping and old trees, once the game began, I realized that the activity I really felt any interest in engaging was photography. Time and again I wanted to stop the golf cart to take a picture, but, you know, that's obnoxious to do during the game. So whenever my opponent occupied herself with her shot, I surreptitiously slipped out my iPhone and clicked away at some of the magnificent old trees. And if I could have shot macro with the iPhone, I would have crawled on my knees to capture the beauty of a flower, a stone, a fallen leaf, a damselfly . . .
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