The Photography of Dr. Jeff Harper

My darling wife qualified for the Scottish Senior Lady's Open Golf Championship at Carnoustie Golf Links this past summer . . . and I tagged along.  They have played golf here since the 16th century.

Carnoustie is a beautiful links course along the Firth of Forth.

I followed my wife's group for a few holes before heading off on a walk around the adjacent countryside.

The course was set up so that non-golfers could enjoy the course as a nice place to walk, like a park.

The Carnoustie course sits in some very beautiful countryside.

The Firth of Forth and the village of Carnoustie in the background.  I sat here for 30 minutes enjoying the rare sunshine and the foft breezes.

There were several nice beaches with walkers enjoying the view.

I found this painted rock along the sea and wondered if it was Art or just spilled paint.

A dirt road ran around the outside of the course lined with summer wild flowers.

A fine summer day in Scotland.  Ah Nature!

Wild flowers everywhere.

These yellow wonders were everywhere in the serene nature.

Oh!  Maybe not so serene after all!  Well . . . where's the warning flag?

I heard the pop-pop-pop of semi-automatic weapons about the same time I saw the red warning flag.  It seems the beautiful golf course and beaches were right next to a rifle range!

I went up over a hill, still behind the fence, to see if I could get a glimpse of the shooting range and instead discovered this sleeping soldier playing hookie!  I dared not wake him.

I encountered several commemorative signs in my walk around the course.  I'm sure true golf aficionados would love these (and know what they were about).

I saw this all summer:  flies doing the work of bees . . .

The Aberdeen-Edinburgh main train line ran along one side of the course.  This old Victorian era foot bridge was a work of art.

As I sat at the 18th hole waiting for my wife to finish her round, a wedding party suddenly materialized around me.

I had the chance to practice my wedding photography . . . until the real wedding photographer gave me the evil eye.

This little boy in his kilt was lost in a fantasy of the olde days.

It had been a good day, but we couldn't leave without visiting the Pro Shop for some Carnoustie memorabilia.