Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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The man follows the bird with his camera. To the left. A<br />
bit to the right. Left again. Then he presses. He lowers the<br />
camera and looks at the screen for the result. He hums.<br />
He’s got it. Slowly and without noticing us or saying anything<br />
he walks off. The first stars appear.<br />
The next day after the unapproachable granite, the<br />
shady pine trees, the giant sequoias and the many tourists<br />
of Yosemite Park we make our last leap to San Francisco.<br />
The transition from nature to city is gradual. First the<br />
mountains get lower, then meadows and orchards appear<br />
between the forests and in the end the road is flat and<br />
straight and we drive through strawberry fields, walnut<br />
orchards, olives, cherries, apricots, peaches and grapes.<br />
About every ten or twenty miles there is a village with<br />
gas, hamburgers and coffee in quarter gallon cups. Small<br />
size. The houses here are big and well kept. Even the<br />
trailer parks, part of almost every town, are filled with<br />
shiny polished mobile homes. Going west still holds its<br />
promises.<br />
Then the orchards too come to an end and the villages,<br />
trailer parks, repair shops, yards with used cars (‘mega<br />
sales’) and industrial areas are joined together and with<br />
a shock we stand in front of the first traffic light in days.<br />
Not long after that we get onto Interstate 580 to San<br />
Francisco.<br />
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