Silly shit makes me smile.
That pretty much sums up Urban Golf, where sport hits the pavement.
Being weird is really trendy in the entire Pacific NW right now. Glad I don’t have to travel all the time to Seattle – Portland is nearly on par.
After some confusion (the 1st tee was changed at the last second… ???), I found the group of about two dozen golfers roaming the “greens” in North Portland. (Props to Zac for giving me the tip on the event in the first place.)
Like a lot of public sports, this one involves drinking. Instead of a clubhouse, golfers were directed to local watering holes, conveniently located along the course.
Though many of the athletes were consuming trashy beers stashed in brown paper bags. A few cans were crushed and recycled as golf tees.
“Traditional” golf is so boring to photograph. There are rarely any moments. Every golf course looks the same, as do the golfer.
It’s a lot of work huffing around with long, heavy glass on an 18-hole course – usually on a hot, sunny day – in search of moments and something interesting and unique to capture.
This photo by Nhat Meyer is about as good as you can hope for. Or you become one of the 13,532 photographers who has photographed Tiger swinging a club, truly useless images.
I still haven’t figured out why golf is a sport – and why the course should be so quiet during a golf shot. Could you imagine that for baseball or basketball?? C’mon people…
Not only is Urban Golf chock full of moments, but the golfers are photo-friendly and, unlike Tiger, don’t get bent out of shape if you shoot during the back-swing.
It’s all about having fun.
A great day, great light, great energy. And weird shit. A hole in one.