Masters Tournament photographers have a penchant for taking pictures that technically include golfers, but are really just works of nature photography. You can't blame them, of course, as the Augusta National course is straight-up money-scrubbed tree porn in all directions.
Two strategies: photograph a golfer from behind a tree, azalea bush, clump of flowers, or yellow flag (the flags count as shrubbery), or take an enormous landscape of towering trees that includes a lake, a rolling green, and a tiny golfer in the foreground, visible if you squint. Bonus points for including a big white leaderboard.
Every last one of these shots is excellent, and I've probably spent about an hour already this week clicking through them.
The following photo of Phil Mickelson, however, is terrifying, avant garde, and far too Masters. I don't even know what that blurry object is. It's like that Photoshop doodad that lets you fill an angled slice of an object with a color and gradient. It's like a photosynthesizing Lefty bust is tearing across the green like Pac Man, leaving a spray of clouded grass in its wake. It's like having pollen-induced glaucoma: