Images: Historic Florida Maps

Six Centuries of our Glorious Peninsula
After the last post featuring a small depiction of our region, I couldn't help but add more. I almost feel hometown pride... or the voyeuristic detachment of seeing an omniscient and long-past view of the land currently under our feet.

Judging our position with historical relativism:


South tip of Gulf de Juan Ponce, west of the mountain ridge, past the view of the conquistadors.


West from Fort Crawford. Now we have a river, though the house is divided and father Abraham not long for the world.


Computer-aided accuracy, nature-aided maelstrom. We didn't get the worst of it.
Still we stand and add sand to the beaches, water to the seas (from the poles), and people to the shore. May God bless the chartmakers for falling in love with the world.