Turning Kazakhstan Into a Beef-Producing Machine, the American Way

Story and photos by Georgina Gustin

Akmola Region, Kazakhstan—The highway running north toward the Russian border is long and straight, a black line streaking across a snowy flatness. A clutch of pine trees, a row of utility poles, a small flock of crows taking flight. These are the few dark features in a landscape with no horizon, only varying definitions of white.