I was wondering when someone would ask me what that picture is, across the top of my blog. At last someone has, Rick Scheithauer.
Back when I found I could substitute a picture of my own for the abstract image that was the blog’s default “masthead,” I picked this one merely because it might fit the space: wide and not high. Even so I had to make it half as high, by cropping off some blank sky and a lot of foreground.
This is how it should be:
(I don’t know why clicking on the picture makes it smaller instead of larger. It’s 4724 pixels wide.)
And later I discovered that on some monitors it gets cropped even more. On an iPad, much is missing at the right. Please let me know if this happens for you. If I don’t find the workaround I may have to find or paint a different picture.
Used just because wide. It doesn’t symbolize anything. Or does it? I have been a long walker and hitchhiker along roads.
The road that goes winding away down to the left reappears on the right, lower and farther off. That’s rather essential and I’m afraid it gets cut off.
Where is the scene? It’s the Tocra Pass, in Libya. It may be called something else now. The road, probably built by the Italians, is descending out of the upland of Cyrenaica – the Jebel el-Akhdar or “Green Mountain” – to come down through a small place called Tocra, before running along the coast to Benghazi.
Tocra was ancient Taucheira, one of the Five Cities of Greek Cyrenaica. This landscape is the setting of my novel about Berenice, whose hair became a constellation.