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ZipUSA: Augusta, GA

Field Notes From Photographer
Jonathan Ernst
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    Although I've worked as a photographer at the Augusta Chronicle for more than five years, this story gave me the opportunity to get lost in my own neighborhood again. It was like the classic Photojournalism 101 assignment where you document the route you take from your home to the classroom. It forced me to open up my eyes to new people and places like the Sand Hills Grill, which is a great little café adorned with a mural of a famous Augusta caddie. And to think I used to live less than a mile from this place and never knew it was there.

    One day I was at the municipal golf course and saw a man riding along in a cart. He had this presence about him that was exactly what I was looking to photograph. His name was Butch Littles and he let me tag along with him. I found out that he was a caddie at Augusta National and had caddied for people such as Bill Clinton.
    Well, a few months ago when we were finishing up the captions for the magazine story, I was saddened to find out that Butch had passed away unexpectedly. But I'll never forget what a moment of serendipity it was to be in his company.

    Even after living in Augusta for all these years, I didn't really have a good idea of how often people stopped at Augusta National. So I decided to stake out the front gates. I couldn't believe my eyes. People from all over the country, and from all around the world, came by—even if Augusta was completely out of the way from their final destination.
    Some knew you couldn't go past the front gates and only came to take pictures next to the little sign on the gate, something you'd never see unless you were looking for it. But many others had the same experience as one family from South Africa. They wanted to go inside, get a Coke, and just sit on the veranda overlooking the golf course. But they soon found out from the guard that it just wasn't possible. Nobody from the outside gets in.




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