Driving Range

When Matt was on his way home from work, he called me up and said that he had an urge to go hit a bucket of golf balls at the driving range since it was such a pretty day.

Now, we only have a set of right-handed clubs, and with me being left-handed (and pitifully unathletic), you end up with me swinging frantically and only very rarely actually making contact with the ball.

Let's just say I'm most definitely a better photographer than I am a golfer, and even though it was closing in on 500 degrees outside, it was fun!












This picture cracks me up, because we were really hot and nasty, but were trying hard to crack a real smile.. and we both ended up snarling.