Reviewed by Mike Butler
Marty Parkes and Thomas L. Friedman, Classic Shots: The Greatest Images from the United States Golf Association. National Geographic, $35 ($23.10 from Amazon), 2007.
I stopped playing golf about eight years ago, about the time I started taking photography seriously again. I simply made a decision that if I had four hours of free time, I’d rather spend it driving down gravel roads than driving a Titleist.
But the game still holds power over me, luring me to the TV every Father’s Day for the final round of the U.S. Open. Will Phil Mickelson spray tee shots into the woods on this Sunday afternoon or conquer his demons and win? Even when Tiger Woods has a three-shot lead stepping up to the first tee, and I know he’s going to win like I know tomorrow is going to be Monday, I can sit back and marvel at his artistry, as even he occasionally does when he strikes an impossibly fine shot, then breaks into a sheepish grin.
The similarities between golf and photography are eerie to me. Each shot is a new beginning. You visualize and make decisions about what to do. You might be with some buddies, but they can’t help you. Good or bad, this shot is ultimately going to be about you and the story you have to tell. It’s not about the ball or the camera.
Certainly, Classic Shots isn’t going to appeal to those who’d rather spend time in a dentist’s chair than play, or watch, golf. But neither do I think that you have to be a fanatic to appreciate the way this book’s 250 photographs capture the game’s tradition, splendor, and drama.
The 9th Hole at Rush Creek Golf Club in Maple Grove, Minnesota.
Since the USGA formed in 1894 to promote and govern the game in America, it has been collecting photographs. In his introduction, senior director of communications Marty Parkes claims it was easy to winnow more than 500,000 images down to 400—but very difficult to cull from there. National Geographic editors helped.
A project like this could have easily turned into a boring encyclopedia or a dusty historical tome. It succeeds, I think, because it is so wonderfully subjective and eccentric. Sure, you’ll relive Payne Stewart’s winning putt at the 1999 Open at Pinehurst, but you’ll also laugh at a colorful iguana caught in the act of scampering across a green during an amateur event in Puerto Rico.
By organizing into regions, the editors allow you to open the book at any place and become immersed in a beautiful color landscape shot of Whistling Straits in Kohler, Wisconsin, or an elegant portrait of Tommy Armour taken outside Oakmont Country Club (suburban Pittsburgh) after winning the 1927 Open. Women are well represented, too, from Depression-era phenom Virginia Van Wie to present-day phenom Michelle Wie. The pictures transcend those who took them, many of whom are unknown or aren’t credited until a page in the back of the book.
Photographers loved Payne Stewart for the flamboyant way he played and
suited up. He was at the top of his game when he died in a plane crash
in 1999.
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In an afterword by Thomas L. Friedman, the New York Times columnist and Golf Digest contributing editor writes humorously and poignantly about how golf helped shape his character and forge a bond with his father while growing up in Minnesota. In 1970, as a 16-year-old, Friedman’s name was pulled out of a hat to caddie for one of the game’s greatest characters, Chi Chi Rodriguez, at Hazeltine in Chaska. (In those days, USGA officials didn’t allow professional caddies at the Open because it was thought they might give the pros an advantage over the amateurs.) Chi Chi finished 27th that week. Young Friedman pocketed $175 and so much more.
Twenty years later, some friends of the by-then best-selling author and two-time Pulitzer Prize winner bumped into Chi Chi at a Florida golf resort. They asked if he remembered who caddied for him at the 1970 Open. "Tommy," Chi Chi said, right away. Surprised, Friedman's friends then teased the old pro a little bit. "Do you know that Tommy’s more famous than you are today?" Chi Chi pondered that for a moment and said: "Not in Puerto Rico."
Nope, it’s not about the ball or the camera.
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Mike Butler is a hobbyist photographer living in Des Moines, Iowa.
One other similarity photography shares with golf is that it only takes one good shot to make the day worthwhile.
Posted by: Simon | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 09:12 AM
I was just thinking the other day about how similar golf is to photography in some ways. What nature photography is to me, so is golf to some other people: an excuse to be outdoors in relative isolation, and a way to relax. And there's the obvious parallel of walking around, stopping for the next shot, then moving on.
Posted by: Eric | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 10:05 AM
"The similarities between golf and photography are eerie to me. Each shot is a new beginning."
The similarities between golf and *everything* are eerie. If you play golf a lot, you always run into people who compare golf with whatever it is they do. I think it's because golf, more any other sport, profession or pasttime that I can think of, tends to be a direct expression of personality and mind. You don't have to be a great athlete to be an extremely good golfer; but it really helps to know who you are, and to be able to consciously manipulate your personal strengths and shortcomings.
JC
Posted by: John Camp | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 10:28 AM
Yawn...
Posted by: Luc Novovitch | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 11:23 AM
It's not that I'd rather be in a dentist's chair than watch golf, but it's not far. :-)
Anyway, that 9th Hole is a terrific photo. That's all I wanted to say.
Posted by: erlik | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 11:28 AM
You have presented a lovely review and commentary here, Mike. I have never been attracted to the game myself, although my late father was a semi-pro at one time and although I've spent some time on a few of the world's most notable golf courses (an off-topic story). But your review nevertheless tempts me to see this book.
Well done. Thank you!
Posted by: Ken Tanaka | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 11:35 AM
Lovely shot, the 9th hole.
Posted by: David Bennett | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 12:51 PM
How beautiful, great shots of mutilated landscapes thats only purpose is to serve a minority of decadent exploitors. Yeah, caddies formerly known as slaves. Now they get payed and feel good submitting.
The clown on the book cover, and these ridiculous stockings, shoes and club ensemble would make me laugh, if it weren't that serious, if these weren't the signs of imperialism and western arrogance. If these weren't the fire signals of human downfall.
I mean, really, golf is endmost, am I the only one thinking so?
Come on, this would be stuff for other sites, telephoto, exotic locations, rich guys celebrating themselves... Hm, isn't there a shot showing Afro-American caddies against glowing twilight, serving ... oh, that voyeuristic self-satisfaction.
No matter, how "good" this photos, this is a bourgeois botch!
Posted by: Andreas | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 03:19 PM
Andreas,
Did you mean to put a "Satire Alert" on your comment? Golly gee, I sure hope so.
Rob
Posted by: Rob Griffin | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 05:59 PM
"I mean, really, golf is endmost, am I the only one thinking so?"
Yes, as a matter of fact you are the only one thinking so. E
Posted by: Ernest Theisen | Thursday, 28 February 2008 at 10:31 PM
Andreas,
Hilarious post! I assume it is a joke. You have nailed every golf hating cliché I have ever heard and introduced some new ones to boot. If you are serious my opinions are so foreign to yours that it does not even make sense to argue them.
Posted by: Ulf | Friday, 29 February 2008 at 03:27 AM
OK, I'll rise to Andreas' comment. A large part of this attitude comes from and understanding of golf based on where you come from.
Having played golf in Scotland (home of the game) I can assure you it is neither a waste of land nor decadent exploit. Indeed, some of the most frequented outdoor areas are the golf courses (more so than the wide open heathlands) and it is a game for everyman.
Apart from cricket, I also find it the most civilised (in terms of good manners) games there is. Oh, that more of us should be so pleasant to each other as golfers.
Posted by: Martin Doonan | Friday, 29 February 2008 at 06:26 AM
Nice write up and intro to a beautiful book...........
I have played the game forever and even competed for a few years. I fully understand where Andreas is coming from and it is not totally hollow. I would however be willing to bet that I could spend an afternoon playing the game with him and he might just come away with a different attitude.
You can only really hate the game if you have loved it.
Thanks Mike B
Posted by: charlie d | Friday, 29 February 2008 at 06:56 AM
I am with Martin Doonan on this one. Where I come from - New Zealand - golf is as much of a working man's sport as rugby is. The only caddie is usually the one that holds the cuppa.
And pardon my white balance, but li'l caucasian me would pay bucks to caddie for Tiger Woods or Vijay Singh or even NZ's best golfer, Michael Campbell (a Maori).
Enough angst, or it will end up as autofocusing DSLRs at dawn.
Posted by: Nigel Robinson | Friday, 29 February 2008 at 09:16 AM
"The similarities between golf and photography are eerie to me. Each shot is a new beginning." Mike.
"Bad golf shots come in sets of three. If you have a fourth bad shot, it is actually the beginning of your next set of three". Anonymous
Posted by: John Addison | Saturday, 01 March 2008 at 01:43 AM
I'm with Andreas up to a point.
Whilst I think the golf is a fairly harmless activity in areas which suffer neither from a shortage of land or a shortage of water and, indeed, one I have in the past participated in; I feel that the modern trend to providing golfing facilities in arid areas is nothing short of obscene and an environmental catastrophe. Creating golf courses in areas where grass does not normally thrive uses vast amounts of precious resources so that a few pampered people can enjoy an unproductive pastime. Resources that can be better utilised by the local farmers and communities.
Parts of southern Spain, for example, suffer water shortages every Summer purely because the area attracts a large number of holidaymakers - some of whom evidently cannot bear to parted from their clubs for even two short weeks. This is deeply wrong on many levels.
Golfers, if you're going to a hot part of the World, leave your clubs at home!
Posted by: Julian | Saturday, 01 March 2008 at 06:07 AM
The U.S. Open is a real occasion for entertainment and a chance that many people are waiting for every year. For those who like golf, this tournament is highly attended and tickets always are booked so early. Thus, ticket prices got sky rocked. A friend has recommended me a site where to compare ticket prices for free and I find a great idea because this way one could look for the cheapest prices offered. Here it is:
http://www.ticketwood.com/pga/US-Open-Golf-Tickets/index.php
Posted by: Alison | Tuesday, 18 March 2008 at 01:31 PM
beautiful pictures!
i'll have to check out the book.
Posted by: Pinky | Wednesday, 30 April 2008 at 12:03 PM
Great post. The picture of the 9th hole is beatiful. I have to take a look at this book. enjoy the U.S. Open this year.
Posted by: Peter (Discounted Golf Equipment) | Thursday, 01 May 2008 at 11:39 AM
Great article with beautiful photography.
Reminds me about when we lived on a course in Orlando and saw this type of shot very early in the morning. The early bird catches the worm as they say, or the shot in this case. Thank you.
Posted by: Art Speck | Tuesday, 22 July 2008 at 01:19 PM