by Aidan Bradley

On a recent trip to Ireland I packed a large bottle of my favorite Irish whiskey in my carry-on luggage. I know, it sounds a little strange, taking Irish whiskey to Ireland but not if you knew that it costs anywhere from four to six times more than it does in the States. Upon checking in at the airport, the United Airlines employee informed me that I was three and a half pounds over weight. When I told him that I thought I carried it rather well he was not impressed. "That will be $150 sir."  

The new course at Pechanga Resort & Casino in Temecula, Calif., is quite attractive. On occasion, Cybergolf will devote space for a photo essay celebrating such a beauty. This essay is courtesy of well-known golf course photographer Aidan Bradley, a frequent contributor to Cybergolf (see his writings and photos in our Golf Photography section).  

by Aidan Bradley

Just flew from Santa Barbara, Calif., to Punta Cana. Left SB at 6 p.m. and arrived the following day in the Dominican Republic at 3.30 p.m. 21 hours later. The things I do just to photograph grass.  

by Aidan Bradley

Greetings from the sun-baked Algarve! What a difference a country makes. I am happily more interested in what time the sun rises and sets than the tee times at the British Open. No point watching it any way, it's a foregone conclusion . . . Harrington is going to win (Editor's Note: Which in fact Padraig did - oh, the luck of the Irish).  

by Aidan Bradley

After 10 days of testing my patience and finding no sun, I have decided to move on to greener pastures. Can't complain too much though as the Irish have just suffered through 54 straight days of rain. And you want to know why they drink!  

by Aidan Bradley

Editor's Note: While our resident pundit-golf photographer was waiting for the sun to come out in Ireland in mid-July, he passed some time penning the following musings. He's waiting for the clouds to clear so he can shoot his Irish assignment, and then take a flight to Portugal where, he says, "I hope there will be sun."  

by Aidan Bradley

I am lounging here in Montego Bay in Jamaica, enjoying a refreshing tooty-fruity drink as I glance out over an enchanting, multilayered azure sea. The waves are slowly ambling up onto the white-hot sandy beach and reluctantly receding beneath the next advancing wave, only to start the process all over again. The serenity of the moment is only disrupted by the noise of a blender serving up another inviting concoction for the newest tourist to arrive from the East Coast.  

by Aidan Bradley

As we were finishing up dinner, I announced to my children that I would be gone for a day or two, as I had a new golf course to photograph. "Where are you going this time Dad," my son asked. "Florida", I replied. "But I will be back in a day or two."  

by Aidan Bradley

Recently, on a return trip home from a project in Europe, the gentleman beside me in the plane asked what I did for a living. I told him I was a golf course photographer. He looked at me as if I had two heads. “Seriously,” he said. “Honestly,” I replied. “I photograph grass.”  

by Aidan Bradley

What does it take to create a good golf course image? Well, before I commence to share my few words of wisdom with you (and please accept these at your own risk) I thought it only appropriate to inform you as to the source of said knowledge.