The Man Turns the Corner

The man turns the corner, puttering towards the desk. He is wearing small, round nutty professor spectacles and a vest over a casual dress shirt, the universal uniform of the fastidious regional clerk.

Built to Scale

In a country where palm trees grow readily and many parts of the country do not receive snow ever, these mountains appear to have been sent by central casting straight from the arctic. Covered in loam, peat and scrub, they are all exposed rock and elbows, a precarious heap of loose boulders.