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One-Word Wednesday

Golf balls are gathered from a vending machine.

Range balls are gathered from a vending machine. (Nikon 1 V1 photos)

Golf!

My younger son, the Mister, and I went to a driving range last Monday.

My younger son, the Mister, and I went to a local driving range last Monday.

The kid played junior golf before he switched the ball to a disc.

The kid played junior golf before he switched the ball to a disc.

Thar she goes!

Thar she goes!

The #2 Son’s Cone of Silence

My #2 son is ready to hit on the driving range.

Could there be any worse fate for a blogger than to have a great idea for a post complete with good photos . . . only to have the subject put the kibosh on writing about what happened?

Woe is me! My #2 son sent down the edict.

Club up!

The other day #2 asked me to take him to the driving range so he could hit some golf balls. He dabbled in the sport for a couple years before taking up disc golf. Now every time there’s a major golf championship on TV (this time it was the Masters), he wants to go hit.

#2 is using the Mister’s clubs after outgrowing his own.

Like usual, I had a gazillion things going on . . . pictures to Photoshop and upload to my Smugmug website, clutter to try to contain, dinner to avoid cooking. But then I remembered why I love being a mom so much—I enjoy spending time with my sons. And one of these days, #2 will be able to drive himself to play golf.

The club makes contact!

So I grabbed my Nikon, slapped on the Nikon 105mm lens, and drove to a nearby range. I snapped away while he hit, trying to capture when the club head made contact with the ball. It was very frustrating trying to get the timing right!

Chipping away

It was easier getting the ball in the air near the club when he was chipping.

Putting practice

After he practiced putting, he challenged me to a putting contest. At first I declined, because I knew I’d be pretty bad. But he insisted, so I gave it a go.

My putter is about to strike the ball.

I discovered that it’s really hard to take action photos of your own putting! Especially with a heavy camera and lens. But you knew I had to try, right?

Once #2 had beaten me four rounds to two (but I did get one ball in the cup!) and we walked to my car, my precious, usually compliant son said those words that continue to haunt me:

“Mom, don’t put this in your blog.”

Hey, mum’s the word!