The Weekend · Ocean City, MD

The Trip

Two days, four courses, sixteen guys, and a whole lot of questionable outfits. The film from Ocean City, cold rain and all.

The crew lined up on the tee, the bay flat behind them
A swing let go into the marsh wind, lone tree on the horizon
Two of the group cracking up on the way to the car
Foursome with clubs raised, fog hanging over the course
Two players, cigars lit, pampas grass behind
A pair on the tee under a big Eastern Shore sky
Walking the tee box, long shadows, the Ocean City skyline in the distance
Leaning on a tree with a coffee as the sun goes down
Four of the group arm in arm on the tee by the water
Mid-swing on a cold, wind-bent morning by the marsh
A lone drive let go into the bay wind, reeds and flat water behind
The group watching a putt drop across the pond in the last light
Three on the tee, one mid-swing, dunes rolling toward the clubhouse
A fairway spread out, drivers out under a grey autumn sky
Four arm in arm on the tee box, the bay behind them
Four of the crew on the tee at dusk, the Ocean City skyline across the water
Two on the tee in the last good light, the bay at their backs
Two of the group talking it over on the tee, a bridge in the distance
Regrouping in the basement bar, jerseys on the wall, a cold one in hand
Packed around the table at the sports bar after the round
Back at the house, settling into the good chairs for the night
The whole crew sprawled around the living room, shot from above
Warming up on the range, willows and a grey sky down the line
Holding court by the fire, laptop out, hand up mid-point
The whole group crowded around the craps table on casino night