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Joseph Xavier Martin

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Who says Golf is just a game?

Who Says Golf Is Just a Game? The three story Grecian facade of the "clubhouse sits amidst scuplted, emerald lawns and colorful floral landscaping.It appears as an apparition, a gleaming white, ante-bellum plantation house transported from somewhere in Southern Georgia. The mood in the air is festive as the crowd swirls in and around the stately edifice. There is an expectant air of anticipation for the coming duel in the noonday sun.

Communion

THE COMMUNION The chilly winds swept over the Lake Erie ice. The mist and damp, of an overnight cloudburst, lingered and added to the feeling of late autumn. It was May 1st in Western New York.

Midas Machine

M I D A S M A C H I N E Our plane cruised westward, flying high over Colorado and the Rocky Mountains. In the fading light, the snow tipped, granite range stretched far below us. The jagged, snow-laden outcroppings looked like great white capped Atlantic rollers, as they passed beneath us. The effect is decidely nautical, looking down from 35,000 feet.

Banks Of The Cazenovia

The Banks of The Cazenovia I grew up along the banks of this redoubtable stream in Western New York State. The people who live along this waterway are my friends and neighbors. Over the years, we have watched ice jams and floods wreak havoc on the surrounding terrain. We have also enjoyed its' languorous beauty during late summer and early fall. The history of Western New York is reflected in the growth of settlements up and down the Cazenovia, from the late 1700's to present day. The names of the towns and villages, on its banks, are reflective of America's waves of immigrants.

CHRISTMAS VISIT

The Christmas Visit The wind, blowing across Lake Erie from the west, was chilling on this cold December day in Buffalo, N.Y. The snows had not yet come, but the temperature had fallen to the 20's and the air was frigid. The clouds were a dark, dirty gray and pregnant with snow that was to come.

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