Spring snow in Denver is often wet and heavy. And most always it is a vision of purity and spectacular quiet. This day, the untouched snow at the City Park Golf Course blanketed everything. As I walked up the tenth fairway I was captivated by how these two elder trees framed, and almost looked as if they were providing shelter, for the young evergreen in the center. It looks somehow paternal to me now. Unfortunately, I have seen this same view many times while standing over my poorly driven tee shot on this very hole.
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