Photographing Scottsdale Golf Courses
One of my favorite times of the day to take photograph then desert is during sunset. The colors always seem so vibrant. I love the way the glowing orange and pink light which dances off the sun seems to glow off of the desert sand, contrasting the green cactus which stands like a sentry in it’s arid, rocky castle. My love of these light conditions has brought me back to Arizona. I plan to set up shop in Scottsdale, to take some pictures of the desert oasis’ which most people know to be golf courses. Normally golf courses aren’t very interesting. In fact, I have been to some really terrible golf courses that are less photogenic than a fly on a big pile of you-know-what. That aside, I will be the first to vouch for golf courses in Scottsdale being works of landscaping art.
I was in Scottsdale for the PGA Waste Management Phoenix Open this last year, which is when I first found out about the true beauty of Scottsdale golf courses. Somewhere between watching golfers mastering their shallow golf swing and perfect their putting, I got lost in the rolling grass hills and rocky mountain backdrop. It was nearly the end of the day and, as you can probably guess, the sun was beginning to set. I was stunned by the immense variety of colors that streaked across the desert sky, and amazed at how they played off the rich landscape. I knew at that very moment that I would have to come back after the Phoenix Open to expand my portfolio.
Around one week later, after my buzz had worn off from the fun during the Open, I returned to TPC Scottsdale (the name of the golf course) to get some photographs of the sun setting on the grass. I waited for around an hour, constantly checking my watch to see how close I was to seeing the beautiful sunset once more. The seconds felt like minutes, and the minutes like hours, while waiting for my sunset eye-candy. However, I could see that off to the west there was a large cloud which was quickly moving in to ruin my opportunity. This was a bad omen. I waited and waited, and the coud moved further and further into the path of my marvelous sunlight. The day was ruined. I ended up packing my things and heading back to my hotel with my tail between my legs.
The next few days were hard. I kept going back to the golf course an hour before the sun was to set, and I kept having to leave with nothing to show for it. The clouds, which are rarely in the Phoenix sky, were unwavering.
Finally it came to my last day before I had to catch a plane flight onto the next adventure. Luckily, the forecast was meant to be clear skies and perfect weather, so I was hopeful. After arriving to the course and getting my camera all set up, I waited. I waited; and I prayed, and I waited some more.
As I held my breath looking all around the late afternoon sky my heart began to flutter- there were no clouds! I readied my camera and watched as golfers moved across the course. Everything was coming into place just as I wanted it to.
I stayed until it turned dark, taking photos of golfers and the ever-changing Arizona landscape. It truly was an amazing way to spend my last day in Scottsdale.