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Ponte Vedra, the Seventeenth

The Approach

A Buff Orpington rooster in a cream cable-knit sweater and blue oxford shirt standing on a small island green surrounded by water, a golf iron leaning against him, golden late-afternoon Florida light

The green is an island, which is to say, there is no margin for the approximate. He adjusted his cuffs, considered the pin, and struck with the unhurried certainty of someone who has always believed the water was for other people. Four shots back is nothing when you have never learned to count backward.

16 March 2026