Here's a sport-based oldie from The Dove's photography archives. My father and I used to occasionally visit the local golf course in my mountain town. It was actually a very fancy and upscale attraction for such a small mountain town; offering beautiful vistas of the nearby Blue Ridge mountains and sporting a beautiful pond, crisp cut greens and nine holes of golf to boot. I suppose I was trying to capture the essence of a pro, hotshot golfer sizing up his quarry for the putt!