Why is golf architecture so fascinating to us? I've got books,books,books and more books on the subject of golfing grounds and the people that created them. Books of reason and passion, wisdom and ignorance. Technical books, spiritual books, categorizing books, books with pictures, books with opinions, books with humor, books of layouts and the best way to play them, books with yardages, books on geology and climates. I've got VCR tapes of the Best of Golf Courses of Scotland and Ireland. I've got calenders, hats, scorecards, coffee mugs and towels with course names on them. I've got a seemingly incurable sawed-off shotgun drive that should tell me that this is NOT my game. I should stick to Chess and hiking and Scrabble and biking and sex, drinking and rock and roll. But, I've got this insane desire to understand the infinite minutia of dirt, and mankinds whims in manipulating it for my pleasure and taking my money. The whole notion has got a straightjacket hold on me. What is the cure? I don't want to know.
Why is golf architecture so fascinating to you?