Day 10 of 30

One of my daughters started playing golf at around the age of nine or so. And one of the great pleasures in my life has been watching her as she does it.
If you ever wonder what they mean by a graceful swing, follow this one around the golf course and you'll understand. Tonight was something of a celebration for her, and it was a pleasure to be there to witness it all.
As I painted this, I kept thinking about how pretty all of that sand looks as it flies out of a bunker. It's even prettier when the ball flies along out with it. 
It's a lot like a painting; all it takes to improve is practice.
On to Day 11...
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