#sandstone Quarries

[smellofwater]

Wandering Ainthorpe

Widespread unconformity Rhythmic units of argillaceous sandstone Subordinate ironstone

[bonefall]

On the topic of Flight Rising (as a fellow FR enjoyer) I'm curious what flight(s) you've been in? If you dont want to share thats fair but it's interesting to hear peoples reasonings. I joined in the early days of sign up windows, didn't have internet and got put in Lightning by a friend who made the account for me. It has been years and years, don't even know that friend anymore and am still a die hard Spark.

I was actually a Light flight to begin with! Which is another thing that must be an Absolute Shocker, I'm sure. Girlboything who likes writing was in the flight well known for being full of weird writers.

My move was to the Wind flight because minty green is my favorite color. I do love the aesthetic of the wind, the kites, and the traveling, but I'm actually saving up gems to go to Earth next. I think I vibe the most with its lore, even though its scenery is a little uggo. I love how many cities are there, I love the idea of the crypts and the hidden treasures, preserving and documenting history.

I kinda wish you got a free flight change every like... 5 years. That's more than long enough to be fair I think. I've been playing since 2016 which is actually 8 years so... idk give me free flight change. let me out. im literally from the travel guys let me travel

[vanishingsydney]

Stone mason's yard. Specialising in heavy tonnage of semi-finished blocks of Sydney Sandstone, now quarried at Maroota, about 70 kilometres north-west of Sydney. The distinctive local sandstone was the 19th century building material of choice in Sydney, and there were many small quarries scattered throughout the Inner West. A thriving industry by the 1850's, they'd all been pretty much worked out before WWI. Until new sources were found, Sydney Sandstone was a rare, mostly recycled material for repairs, which weren't needed much anyway due to its extremely high durability. Still highly prized and sought after today. And still very expensive. Annandale.

[euroskum]

Contemporary Exterior - Wood An illustration of a medium-sized, modern, one-story, wood home with a shed roof

[design-art-architecture]

Sometimes its hard to believe someone has already built your dreams: Ensamble Studio’s @anton_ensamble C’an Terra transforms an abandoned quarry in Menorca into a singular holiday home. Sandstone volumes were refined, smoothed, and paved back, with concrete poured in selected areas to achieve an even surface, and patches of walls smoothened to mimic beige stone block construction. Tucked somewhere in the back is a private room with a pool dug out of the floor—a refined version of swimming holes often enjoyed in nature. Photos: @iwanbaan

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

"The Roman sea pools of Cala Furia, near Livorno in Italy: sandstone quarries exploited by the Etruscan people then under the Roman Republic, transformed into a swimming pool under the Empire after their name "ad pidcinas" in the Peutinger table"

[toskarin]

my terrible son went out to the rock quarry and was mauled by a sandstone slurker

[haleyincarnate]

there is something about silence that only the woods understand.

Excerpt from “The Quarry, Sandstone, MN”, Dead Dad Jokes by Ollie Schminkey

[blueiscoool]

‘Extremely Rare’ Roman Temple Discovered in Italy

Sarsina is a sleepy, rural town of barely 3,000 residents straddling the pristine Apennine mountains in Italy’s Emilia Romagna region, surrounded by stunning views and grazing sheep.

While it has a glorious past, as a strategic defensive outpost for the Roman Empire and the birthplace of the famed playwright Plautus, today there’s not much to do beyond hiking and birdwatching.

And though both locals and holidaymakers would agree that a rustic, slow-paced lifestyle is part of Sarsina’s charm, its residents were nonetheless excitedly awaiting the construction of a development including a new supermarket, fitness center and playground. But it was not meant to be — at least, not as originally planned.

That’s because workers at the site on the outskirts of town in December 2022 unearthed the ruins of an ancient Roman temple — or ‘capitolium’ — dating back to the first century BC.

In early July, a first look at the underground treasure came to light: a single imposing structure of horizontal sandstone blocks and marble slabs, 577 square meters wide, which researchers have identified as the podium above which the columns and walls of an ancient temple were built.

And what has come out of the ground so far could be just the tip of the iceberg.

“We have unearthed three separate rooms, likely dedicated to the triad of gods Jupiter, Juno and Minerva,” lead archaeologist at the excavation site Romina Pirraglia said. “The excavations are still underway… and we have already identified an older, deeper layer of ruins dating back to the 4th century BC, when the Umbrian people (an ancient Italic tribe who predated the Romans) lived in the area. The entire temple could be even larger than what we now see.”

According to Pirraglia, the discovery of a capitolium — the main temple in an important Roman city, and a hub for trade as well as religious and social interactions — further confirms the strategic role Sarsina played during the Roman Empire. The town was built in a key mountainous area close to the Tuscan border and overlooking the Savio river, an important waterway connecting central and northern Roman cities.

The discovery of the temple has pushed local authorities to revise their building plans. Federica Gonzato, superintendent of archaeology, fine arts and landscape for the provinces of Ravenna, Rimini and Forlì-Cesena, which includes Sarsina, is adamant in wanting to preserve the ruins and further research its great past.

“We will not tear it down to make room for modern structures, this must be very clear. Previous urban plans will be changed, we will find new construction sites for recreation and sports,” Gonzato said. “The temple is an incredible finding that sheds light on how ancient Roman towns rose and fell across time.”

What makes the discovery exceptional is the temple’s unique state of preservation. “The marvelous quality of the stones have been spared from sacks, enemy invasions and plunders across millennia thanks to the remote location of Sarsina, a quiet spot distant from larger cities,” Gonzato added. “Temples such as this one (were) regularly plundered, exploited as quarries with stones and marble slabs taken away to be re-used to build new homes. But Sarsina’s capitolium podium structure is practically untouched, with its entrance staircase well-preserved, and this is extremely rare.”

Gonzato believes the discovery will further research on demography and urban transformations in ancient times. And there’s more to the site than just the temple’s podium. Pirraglia said there are signs that the building was reused in medieval times. An ancient water drainage system was found alongside medieval tombs and hearths indicating that locals likely inhabited it, or used the site for other social purposes.

“This is the beauty of Italy: wherever you dig, some hidden treasure comes out of the ground. Wonders never cease to amaze us,” said Gonzato.

By Silvia Marchetti.

[bonefall]

If the cats dont make camps in human structures, then where's TC at in the lake territory? In canon there's a giant stone wall on one side

It's not a "wall" as in a human structure, it's an abandoned quarry. It's rockface.

[ID: A sandstone quarry, which is a layered pit dug into the side of a hill with sheer, steep rock walls dropping down like steps.]

ThunderClan is not aware that this was built by humans, unlike ruins which are clearly not natural structures.

[ID: Wayne McLoughlin's illustration for the cover of Twilight, which features the ThunderClan camp quarry wall. It's vibrant orange stone with cats nestled on the ledges, with American badgers looming in the foreground.]

Wayne drew it as more of a "canyon" (and also drew the wrong badgers but thats not important), but it's always been some sort of open-air quarry. In BB this area has been abandoned for almost 70 years, and it was a sandstone quarry responsible for tons of slurry being dumped into the Lake which lead to the ancient Lake Kinships abandoning the area.

Anyway, no BB!ThunderClan's camp is going to be in the same spot. It's not the kind of wall you think it is.

[qwertyfingers]

PartI:HOMETOWN GLOSSOLALIA | PartII | PartIII

You and I raised in the same wet earth all eaten up by hedges occluding the visual from the road. Every night this pea-soup fog and a bright red warning through the dark remind us THIS IS THE VALLEY! COLLECT MY RAIN! My peat-bog co-mingling with yours and sucking up all the nutrients for raspberries by the roadside that nobody ever picks.

The Pigeon Tower pigeon-toes its way across the landscape autistically, greets the gulls so far from the sea, drawn by the water, the water, the water inland. The reservoir, the castle bending over to shine its shoes, its slippery bricks, slipped skulls all strewn over the heath.

My good friday ruined by Good Friday, the Easter Weekender that’s blazing up there; the Pike signalling something coasting along, no attack but the weather, the sunset, the part of the cave played instead by the quarry’s missing insides. Our moorland will be black in the morning and brought back to life by birds.

The North will rise only when The South sinks into the sea, my great gargantuan shipwreck turning the landscape into a painting, lakes gone sideways and sloughing off pasts of sandstone and soap and missing the railways and I’m sorry to have to do this, Mum, but is there any chance you could book me an uber home I tore the GPS chip out of my phone for fear of finding myself.

[escherstrange-ffxiv]

#12: Quarry

Ul'dah's Gold Court was filled with the melodies of a Limsan jig to lift the spirits of those trying to get through the morning.

The job was simple: "A merchant named Hoddyn Beck has made a fortune in Ul'dah trafficking refugees into slavery. Find out his routine - where he lives, where he walks, what he eats. Leave no details out. When it is done, we will do the rest."

Prying found the man frequenting Ul'dah's twisting alleys, all of which passed through the Gold Court. Thus Isillud realised that masquerading as a street musician would be less suspicious than trailing a man all over the city.

In the beginning the gil hit the pouch in his violin case with a thud, a sporadic percussion until the collection grew. It did not take long for soft clinks to roll with the beat, Isillud now having to look up and thank his generous benefactors.

Nobody notices a busker unless they want to.

The hulking figure of a Brass Blade cast a shadow over the ashen elezen. "Permit, please."

Isillud stopped and handed over a parchment rolled and neatly tied with a ribbon. A glance was all it took for the Roegadyn to flatly answer, "It's expired. This was for last week. Where's this week's permit?"

"The official said this was valid for-"

"The official knows nothing," chimes in another voice; a Brass Blade behind him and clearly the other one's partner-in-corruption. "I don't think we can allow you to continue."

It was hard to keep up the smile when it reminded him so much of what the Inquisition could do. "My apologies, I'll leave immediately."

"However," The tip of the hyur's boot nudged his case, "You seem to have earned just enough to pay for this week's permit. We could do it for you, just a show of goodwill, eh?"

Isillud carried on packing, smile getting tighter. "It's alright, I'll-" A large fist connected with his cheek, sending him sprawling on the ground. Just as quickly, the Roegadyn Blade grabbed his collar with one hand, dragging his feet along stone and marble. "Didn't your mother teach you it's rude to say no?" he demanded.

"Ooh, wait a minute there, this one's a looker." Worn gauntlets squeezed his face, "Could put a nice little scar to remind this duskwight the importance of manners. What do you think?"

He couldn't help wanting to get a word in. "Can't be worse than you, bean-snorter." His hunch was right; the hyur pulled his fist back, and he braced.

"I was wondering why the music stopped and I come to this? What has the world come to, indeed!"

A middle-aged man brown as Ul'dah's sandstones, creases across his forehead and mouth peered curiously at them. Immediately the Blades dropped their quarry to the ground and saluted. "Lord Beck! Nothing to be concerned, just a troublemaker who isn't aware of our fine city's laws."

"For such lovely music I'm sure we can all look away, hmm?" He squatted beside Isillud; if he hadn't been manhandled by Ul'dah's finest he would have been less cautious of his smile. "As it turns out I'm hosting a dinner party tonight and my usual band of musicians have come down with the grippes." He helped Isillud up and dusted him off. "You will be paid of course. Free food and drink, and if you do a good enough job you needn't grapple with public performances ever again." He handed a pouch that weighs heavier than it looked, a calling card attached to it. "Get yourself cleaned up and at the address on the card at eight." The Brass Blades escorted Hoddyn Beck away, shooting dirty looks at Isillud behind their helmets.

He waited till they rounded the corner to the Gladiator's guild before studying the card. What luck to not only catch his target, but to secure an invitation into his house. He pocketed the card in his jacket, half-jogging to the inn to freshen up.

The quarry had fallen into his lap; he would not let it pass.

[valdiis]

FFXIV Site Write #12: Quarry

It was Vyth's first visit to a quarry. At seventeen, he'd apprenticed to the Miners' Guild with his mentor's blessing. Rianan had learned that while the Elezen could weave a decent cloth, it wasn't the boy's calling. So off Vy'thanis went with a smile and a promise to always be a friend. The Miners' Guild had already taught him much, but when he was shown to a quarry in Thanalan, he didn't know how to feel about it.

It felt like a giant wound in the land. Though he intellectually knew it was no different than the little marks he made with his pickaxe, something about the vastness of it was unsettling. Next to him, fellow apprentice Olivia gasped softly.

"Ohh. I wonder how much treasure they dig up here!" she exclaimed.

Deep Canyon, their guide, rumbled a little laugh. "If you count sandstone as treasure..."

"Sandstone? Aww."

Vyth looked around. "This is for Ul'dah, isn't it?" he asked. "To build the city's buildings."

Deep Canyon nodded. "Aye, that it is. Ul'dah is a hodgepodge of sandstone from this quarry and mudstone from La Noscea that we import in. Importing is expensive, so this quarry sees a lot of use."

Vyth hummed as he studied the deep, winding paths and wide hole in the earth. "Do you get earth shards here too?"

The Roegadyn looked a bit impressed. "We do, but that's not something we miners cover for several more seasons."

"Oh, I just learned about them from my merchant mentor. We dealt some in shards." It was Vyth's usual excuse when he ended up knowing something he shouldn't about rocks.

It worked, too. Deep Canyon nodded sagely and returned to explaining the uses of the quarry. Vy'thanis breathed a sigh of relief and tipped his ears to listen.

[scotianostra]

On December 24th 1856 the writer and geologist Hugh Miller “The Highlander who changed the world” died.

The death of Hugh Miller saddens me. On Christmas Eve, after reading some poems to his children and sending them to bed, Miller wrote a suicide note to his wife Lydia and shot a bullet through his chest, muffling the sound. Lydia discovered the body the next morning.

He may not be the best known Scot but Miller was a man of many talents, fossil hunter, folklorist, Christian, stonemason, geologist, newspaper editor, social justice campaigner, he was one of the great Scots of the 19th century.

Unlike other famous Scottish geologists like Hutton and Lyell, Miller was self taught.

Miller was orphaned after his father was lost at sea, he was educated at the local parish school and was said to have been an avid reader but also a habitual truant! After school he trained as a stone mason and it was while working in the quarries that his interest in geology began. He also started to write articles for the Inverness Courier. His book, Scenes and Legends of the North of Scotland is considered a classic, collected from the Cromarty firesides of friends and family it was inspired by two of Scotland’s literary greats Walter Scott and James Hogg.

Much of his writing was based upon his personal experiences of travelling around Scotland and northern England where he observed closely the homes and ways of life of Scottish crofters and the effects of the Highland Clearances. He also became heavily involved in religion and was involved in the fledgling days of the “Wee Free” editing their newspaper The Witness.

He also wrote on Geology and made many important original contributions to this field, discovering fossils of sea scorpions (eurypterids) from the Silurian, and fishes from the Old Red Sandstone (Devonian) rocks, on the coast near Cromarty, together with plants from the Devonian and Carboniferous periods.

His fish specimens proved of great interest to Louis Agassiz, the Swiss geologist who had become a world authority on fossil fishes. He also found many marine invertebrate fossils from the upper Jurassic rocks, also around Cromarty. Many of his fossils were drawn by him and presented in his Testimony of the Rocks, and in lectures that he gave to the Edinburgh Philosophical Institute,

His fossil collection of over 6,000 specimens formed the founding core of what is today’s Scottish national collection in the National Museums of Scotland.

For most of 1856, Miller suffered severe headaches and mental distress, and the most probable diagnosis is of psychotic depression. Victorian medicine did not help. He feared that he might harm his wife or children because of persecutory delusions.

Hugh Miller left the following note for his wife;

“Dearest Lydia, I must have walked, and a fearful dream rises upon me. I cannot bear the horrible thought. God and Father of the Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy upon me.”

Speculations about Miller’s reasons immediately rose. Upon request of his pastor, physicians conducted an examination of his brain, which showed a “diseased appearance.” The final judgment was that the suicide had been committed “under the impulse of insanity.”

He had not been well for a while. He had complained to his doctor that his brain was “giving way,” and had reported terrible nightmares that left him “trembling all over, and quite confused.” He had also reported sharp pains, like “an electric shock,” passing through his brain and leaving a burning sensation on top of his head. Because of these physical symptoms and the visible appearance of a “diseased brain,” some have suggested a brain tumour. Whatever it was, it was fairly sudden and unpredicted. As most illnesses of the brain, it was also largely unexplainable.

But people want explanations. Some blamed his mother, who told him stories about frightening Gaelic spirits. Some suggested he could not deal with the apparent contradictions between his faith and his geological studies. Interestingly, this second theory is still strong today. Yet, its proponents, like myself, don’t know Hugh Miller. He was never afraid of the truth, nor of the questions and challenges that led to its discovery.

In truth we will never know why he took his own life, like many suicides it is left unexplained, I suggest you have a look at the page below, “ The final days of Hugh Miller”

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

WORDPLAY WEDNESDAY: MEMBER

I use the word "member" a lot and no it's not in relationship to an exclusive group. Well, not really. A member is a lithologically distinct part of a formation. Members do not need to be mappable to the same scale as a formation but sometimes they are large enough to be.

The Morrison Formation has 11 members: the Bluff Sandstone,

Bluff Sandstone Type section near Bluff, Utah

Brushy Basin Member,

Brushy Basin, San Rafael Swell, Utah

Fiftymile Member, Jackpile Sandstone,

White Jackpile Sandstone, Jemez Mountains, New Mexico capped by Cretaceous Dakota Sandstone

Ralston Creek Member,

Ralston Creek Member, Fremont County, Colorado

Recapture Member, Salt Wash Member

Salt Wash Member, Evil Tree Quarry, Colorado

Tidwell Member,

Red Tidwell Member muds capped by Salt Wash Member channel sandstones Cisco, Utah

Unkpapa Sandstone,

Unkpapa Sanstone, Black Hills, South Dakota

Westwater Canyon Member, and finally, Windy Hill Member

Windy Hill Member, Glendo Reservoir, Wyoming

So as you can see, there are similarities and differences between all of these members. To get an idea of how they are work together, here is a comparison through Wyoming, Utah and New Mexico.