The older regions of any network were always more interesting to her, and this one was proving no exception. There was none of that heavily abstracted, multi-layered nonsense she regularly dealt with. Not here. A simple place with simple aesthetics, content could be found in plain sight here, quietly awaiting processing - not wrapped in the awkward tinsel of elaborate markup languages and difficult scripts. This browsing experience was much more relaxing. In its own simplistic way, it was deeper, and more meaningful.
There was no reason to travel this way. No need to take such a long way round, past all the old and obsolete data, their relevance long since lost on the modern world. But as the warm light of the digital sun set in the distance, and the gentle glow of the webscape took over, she strolled onwards in silent appreciation. Onwards, down the Yellow-Bit Road.
More Pepsi/Opera! Here you go. This started as a fairly basic image (just Pepsi on her own)... then I got carried away. I need to let it go though, got other stuff to do. So here it is, as is!
What would it be like to ignore the directions of the Internet's various routers and switchgear, and take an old pathway, once buzzing with activity but long abandoned, to reach your destination? I like to think, were you to visualise it, that such a route would look fairly low-res and pixelated (and awesome). Not unlike the original Tron, I suppose
of which parts of this could be quite reminiscent.
2880x1800 res, let me know if you need bigger though (can't imagine why!).
Low-light images are tricky. In the draft phase there was nothing about this image which looked right but I'm fairly happy to let it go now. If I don't I'll just waste more time tweaking things, and there's Websurfer comics to finish...