In a previous career, in an effort to crack the boy’s club at the office, my co-worker and I decided to take up golf. (The Boys in the Club were often missing on Friday afternoons, out playing golf together. It was loads and loads of bullshit.)
Of course, we didn’t break into the Club: she was transferred to another location a thousand miles away and I eventually ended up getting fired. (But don’t feel bad for either one of us, as we are both much better off now.) Also, of course, we didn’t turn into golfers.
There’s a golf course down the street from my house, and its future seems in doubt. It looks closed, and there’s rumors that a church bought the site.
Anyway, the other day the weather forecast was for a big winter storm and I decided that shooting the abandoned-looking driving range with the backdrop of bad weather would be a good idea. The day the storm was supposed to arrive, all we had were some clouds that were barely interesting. But then, overnight, snow! These two photos were made almost exactly 24 hours apart.
Stonegate Golf Course
photographed 12.7.2018 and 12.8.2018
I participate in a photography group on Facebook where there are weekly themed posts, and I wouldn’t have probably even noticed this image stuck in my archive unless I’d been looking for something to post for the theme “Pier.” And now that I’ve seen this image again, I am not entirely sure why I never posted it to begin with: it evokes many things about that foggy, chilly morning of shooting for a weekend class I was taking. Like the chill. And the fog. And the way I felt very much alone (not necessarily in a good way) for much of the morning. And how, finally, I gave up and went inside for coffee, where I met up with a classmate and we had a chat that’s evolved into a fine friendship.
Santa Monica Pier
Santa Monica, California