After a three year hiatus, I've once again picked up some golf clubs and hit a ball around. Specifically, a ball around a golf course, for a change. And besides rediscovering the wonderfully refreshing act of being on the links on a brisk fall morning, I've also found that I totally suck. Years and years of hitting the golf range gone to naught, as I could only manage weak tee shots and fairway drives that kicked up more clods of dirt than a backhoe.

And like my refound passion for photography, I find that I really do love hitting the ball around, money be damned. And though it physically hurts to pay $20 for a bucket of balls, I am budgeting away to hit the early bird special at Chelsea Piers at least once a week. I wonder how long the passion will last, as winter fast approaches, but if I can manage a decent improvement in my swing, especially my irons, another round of golf will be had before Thanksgiving is over.