Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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Eighteen<br />
The next evening we stay on the east side of Yosemite<br />
National Park. We have a room in a wooden motel bordering<br />
June Lake and by the end of the day we are overlooking<br />
dark trees and azure colored water. When light and<br />
dark are hanging in precise balance, a quiet man crosses<br />
the flat stretch of grass in front of our porch. He peeks<br />
into the illuminated little screen of his digital camera.<br />
The water. The silent mountains around it. The pine trees<br />
by now have almost turned black as dark sentries. Now<br />
I see what he’s here for. A deep blue colored bird with a<br />
black forelock, about the size of a jackdaw, flies in circles<br />
in the last ray of sunlight that falls on the azure green<br />
water. The blue of its feathers lights up each time it makes<br />
a turn, and makes a dark line on its graceful way back.<br />
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