The Walk-Through

A Welsummer rooster in a sage green linen blazer over a cream cable-knit polo walking along the edge of a manicured fairway at dawn, mist and golden light through tall pines, banks of pink and magenta azaleas in flower

Monday, the Back Nine

He walked the course the way one reads a letter a second time — not for information, but for emphasis. The azaleas were ahead of schedule, and he saw no reason to remark upon it.

6 April 2026