Beware of golfers

I live across the street from the Phoenix Country Club. Weird. There's a private street nearby. I've seen a golf ball next to the curb, and two or three times I've seen golfers walking by on the grounds. That's to be expected.

Why am I even bothering writing anything? None of this matters. My photos are dull. I'm a boring guy. I don't trust my car on a road trip, so for now I'm stuck taking pictures within three miles of my apartment. But that's my life. I'm boring.