My father was an avid golfer from childhood into his 80's.
When he passed, I scattered his ashes on his golf course: overlooking where he had been born & the view from one of his favourite golf holes, a scenic par 3.
I chose to do it on his birthday.
There had been a heavy snowfall and so by getting on plot before dawn, it was mighty cold. Aided and warmed by a flask of hot coffee and a life of his love, wisdom and guidance, it was a special moment that I captured on camera.
The dawn light was pretty special.
As was my Dad.