Looking east from 49°00′08″ N by 122°28′30″ W. After taking the shot, I circumambulated the obelisk, widdershins.
I don’t know which emperor made this primitive earthwork defense against the other.
an atlas of fantasy
Cited in a comment at Strange Maps, appropriately, is this map of micronations. Its purpose is not obvious to me, but it has a goofy charm.
What happens when all the virtual land is claimed?
This strange map recently appeared in Powell BART station:
Forward is to the left because that’s the way the train goes. What’s strange about it is that the minor branchings are true to topology but the major branching is not: the rightmost path, which ought to be on top, is to Fremont (green), followed by Dublin (blue), Pittsburg (yellow), Richmond (red).
Perhaps the designer originally intended to include the Fremont-Richmond line (orange), which on this diagram would fit like a lining within the major fork. That would make the chart more useful, because after 7 pm and on Sundays the red and green lines don’t run: to get to Fremont or Richmond from Powell, you must switch from blue or yellow to orange.
lines on paper
Jonny Crossbones is an adventure in the style of Tintin.
Strange Maps is a new blog of obscure and hypothetical geography. Linked from a comment there is a Regional Map of North America’s Place-Based Food Traditions, showing Maple Syrup Nation, Pinyon Nut Nation, Salmon Nation and so on.