Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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Fourteen<br />
Right at the edge of Navajo Reservation in North-<br />
Arizona, the red mountains rapidly yield and make room<br />
for a stony dune scenery with a gleaming sun above and a<br />
black line of asphalt right through it. Wooden poles with<br />
electricity wires on the one side, railroad on the other.<br />
We’re alone on the road, as far as we can see. ‘Whooee ieee,<br />
ride me high’, The Byrds sing. ‘You ain’t going nowhere.’<br />
The land is empty, except for a couple of Indian settlements<br />
that, from a distance, resemble a Dutch refugee<br />
center for asylum seekers. Uniform houses set up in<br />
straight lines. A scattered little group of children or an<br />
occasional old car. Nothing more. You can live there, but<br />
that’s it.<br />
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