No Time To Putt
Imagine a painting of a sprawling golf course under darkening skies. A storm brews, casting shadows over the fairways. The clouds are thick, swirling with shades of deep gray and blue, almost pulsating with the promise of rain. The wind picks up, bending the tall trees. The flag on the hole flutters wildly, standing tall against the encroaching tempest. The urgency is palpable; there's no time to putt as nature takes over, commanding attention.
Imagine a painting of a sprawling golf course under darkening skies. A storm brews, casting shadows over the fairways. The clouds are thick, swirling with shades of deep gray and blue, almost pulsating with the promise of rain. The wind picks up, bending the tall trees. The flag on the hole flutters wildly, standing tall against the encroaching tempest. The urgency is palpable; there's no time to putt as nature takes over, commanding attention.
Imagine a painting of a sprawling golf course under darkening skies. A storm brews, casting shadows over the fairways. The clouds are thick, swirling with shades of deep gray and blue, almost pulsating with the promise of rain. The wind picks up, bending the tall trees. The flag on the hole flutters wildly, standing tall against the encroaching tempest. The urgency is palpable; there's no time to putt as nature takes over, commanding attention.
“11 x 14 “ Oil on panel. Framed and ready to hang 17” 1/2 20 1/2”