Golf
Golf, at first glance, is green and tranquil. Yet in black and white, it reveals a quiet drama. The arc of a swing, the hush before contact, the long shadow across an open fairway, these are the true contours of the game. Stripped of colour, golf becomes less about perfection and more about patience, reflection, and the fragile tension between stillness and release. From Hell’s Bunker at St. Andrews to Pebble, Cabot, Hawaii, Mexico, and everywhere in between, I set out to capture a fragment of the game’s soul.