Would you believe me if I told you while taking these photos, the conditions were almost unbearable?
The cold and blustery winds forced all the golfers off the course and into the clubhouse for an early happy hour. While the Spanish Bay lit up with patrons on the inside, only a few of us ventured outside. Following the deceptive, bright sun, I, the only one not in a parka, couched down on the fairway path, allowing the sculpted golf fairway landscape to break the wind. In a sumo squat, I shot the last moment of Mother’s Day eve as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean, and as I walked away, a mother myself, I thought, nothing is exactly how it seems unless we’ve lived it, is it?
Looks can be deceiving.