zen and the art of golf

If you're expecting images of sparkling sand-against-sky thrown in the air by the swing of a club in a bunker, or the august pose of a player following through on his swing, fixing his gaze on the ball in the sky, the right swing so hard to learn, you will be disappointed.
It is not the game of Golf which is fascinating to me in this work, nor the diverse landscapes, or the magnificent vistas which I was always suggested to capture. Rather, it's the strangeness of this outdoor activity which stages players in a perfect decor; and partly the human, standing solitary against nature, reduced to the frozen gestures of the game and of the showing of society and class. The result is a series of locations/portraits, on the green, where fate seems to have manipulated the characters into position.The only tension on this garden is that of the wait: waiting for the winning play, the tally of the score, the rest of the game. The figures are twisted, bent over, or simply standing, concentrating on their game, or that of others. The absurdity of the situation fades under soft light. The point of the game? An ultimate quest? Or just Zen and the art of Golf.