out on the sheer edge, i gazed downward.
further, almost too far to see, a cloud of activity.
muted sounds of pipes and whistles echoed around and up, across the plateu.
weeks had passed in these empty highlands
but even my horse felt it, he knew...there was company

these are my thoughts as i pontificate the mastery and graphic dreamery of this site and the maps herein.

i am a budding GIS map-maker who really needs more PS time now after being here...hope to meet more of you soon

S