David Yarrow
I Was Standing on the Corner of Winslow Arizona
Archival Pigment Print
Large (framed): 60x117
Standard (framed): 45x83
Ed of 12
Standard (framed): 45x83
Ed of 12
Well, I’m a-standin’ on a corner In Winslow, Arizona Such a fine sight to see It’s a girl, my Lord, In a flat-bed Ford Slowin’ down to take a look...
Well, I’m a-standin’ on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my Lord,
In a flat-bed Ford
Slowin’ down to take a look at me
These famous lyrics from The Eagles 1972 smash hit “Take It Easy” are sung every day of every year in bars throughout America. Winslow should not be on any map, nevermind in someone’s head, but then the Eagles came along and secured this unremarkable town’s fame. For some months I had laboured over how best to tell this story. Google has changed all our lives, but I still think there is no replacement for a site visit. And so, with no crew or cameras, I found myself on a corner in Winslow, Arizona and just looked and looked.
The commemorative statues and the facade with the flatbed Ford offered a good backdrop to which I could add many more men standing in that corner. The sense of place could be a blurred merger of the facade and then my extras. The facade is so good; I particularly liked the couple making out through the upstairs window.
The truth is that the sassy girl in the car was just a little too good for the adoring men of Winslow. It was a fine sight to see, but that was where the story ended.
Take it easy.
In Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my Lord,
In a flat-bed Ford
Slowin’ down to take a look at me
These famous lyrics from The Eagles 1972 smash hit “Take It Easy” are sung every day of every year in bars throughout America. Winslow should not be on any map, nevermind in someone’s head, but then the Eagles came along and secured this unremarkable town’s fame. For some months I had laboured over how best to tell this story. Google has changed all our lives, but I still think there is no replacement for a site visit. And so, with no crew or cameras, I found myself on a corner in Winslow, Arizona and just looked and looked.
The commemorative statues and the facade with the flatbed Ford offered a good backdrop to which I could add many more men standing in that corner. The sense of place could be a blurred merger of the facade and then my extras. The facade is so good; I particularly liked the couple making out through the upstairs window.
The truth is that the sassy girl in the car was just a little too good for the adoring men of Winslow. It was a fine sight to see, but that was where the story ended.
Take it easy.