One bright sunny morning I saw far away three fishermen who enjoyed themselves in a very dangerous place: on the edge of the pond in the middle of the 18th tee of the Pocono Manor golf course.
Fortunately, some golf balls were flying in my direction and they were safe at that moment.
I photographed the fishermen and went away thinking about love between generations and wonders of new discoveries.
I don’t know if there are fishes in the pond but I am sure that there are hundreds of golf balls in it.
PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS 