I'm feeling lucky… I just returned this weekend from a trip to Scotland and the fabled birthplace of golf, St. Andrews. Golf Digest and Art Director Ken DeLago sent me there on assignment to capture impressions of the town and the Old Course for their 2015 British Open package. Eventually I'll be creating a sketchbook for the web and doing paintings for the magazine based on photos like these, taken by that most excellent photographer Leslie Flores, my wife.
How in the world do golfers get out of a trap like this, esp. with a ball up against the wall?
The Old Course is amazingly full of fairways right out of the Teletubbies. Leslie took this shot after 9PM.
The Royal and Ancient Clubhouse at midnight. It starts getting light again around 3AM.
St. Andrews is a wee bonnie town: 3 main commercial streets: North, South and Market and three main constituents: golfers, university students and tourists.
We took a side trip to the quaint village of Crail, 10 miles south along the North Sea.
We were accompanied by our caddie, daughter Lily.
Great skies, ever changing weather and a midnight sun, along with the warm, witty, sometimes impossible to understand Scottish people made for an incrediblle trip and a fantastic assignment.