These once-proud monuments of American culture have now, like the Native Americans, been smashed, neglected, abandoned and bypassed and now lie in haunted ruins, ghosts on Americas once bustling highways.
If not stripped and thrown into scrapyards or taking a last lingering breath as a flop house, the one-time welcoming neon is broken and gone, leaving the highways black and soulless.
– Carl Byron Batson, chasing ghosts and dreams in the dusty plains of an America as much the province of metaphor as landscape.
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- Photographer Carl Byron Batson homes in on a lost America
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- Photographer Carl Byron Batson homes in on a lost America
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- Photographer Carl Byron Batson homes in on a lost America
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- Photographer Carl Byron Batson homes in on a lost America
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- Photographer Carl Byron Batson homes in on a lost America
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- Photographer Carl Byron Batson homes in on a lost America
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- Photographer Carl Byron Batson homes in on a lost America
Photos by Carl Byron Batson. Not to be reproduced without express prior permission from the photographer.
