Harold Fisk, maps of the Mississippi, 1944. From Southern Illionis to Southern Louisiana. Via radicalcartography.net
This is? So cool????
I knew this was a thing, like mapping water paths and what not, but the amount is insane. And freaking beautiful. I want.
People always seem to think of rivers as a static thing, because you see maps from overhead and in human life spans they seem to stay put.
But they’re not. They’re alive. They snake back and forth, and change from one bed to another, erode a bank there and jump back to a path they haven’t used in a thousand years, they overflow and run low, and despite all our struggling we can’t always keep the river from doing what the river wants.
It’s beautiful.
Go home, Mississippi, you’re drunk.
MEANDER BELT



