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This week's post for Bokeh Wednesdays!
A dried Foxglove Beardtongue rises out of the bokeh below.
Monarch Waystation,
Foley Hall,
University of Kansas,
Lawrence (Douglas County), KS.
Teneya has a new roommate, a transferee from the other side of the canyon, and is a much happier little wolf these days. With the addition of another voice to the nearby chorus, our evening serenade is much improved.
A once thriving uranium mining town, Jeffrey City now sits forgotten, forlorn, and rotting away in the Wyoming sun, rain, and snow.
It started in 1931, when Beulah Peterson Walker found herself in desperate straits. Her husband, a World War One veteran who suffered from a gas attack during the war, was given six months to live. Figuring clean air would help his damaged lungs, she decided to pack up and move west with her husband. They eventually settled in an old abandoned farmstead south of the Oregon Trail. They fixed the place up and offered it as a waystation for the few travelers that passed by. Beulah called their new homestead “Home on the Range”
Beulah had made a fateful decision. Her husband would live for another 20 years, and her little “Home on the Range” would become the center of a corporate mining town, for what Beulah did not know was that her homestead sat in the shadows of hills filled with uranium.
The Atomic Age hit America fast, and uranium soon became the new gold. A speculator named Bob Adams discovered the buried wealth that was waiting to be dug up. Unfortunately, he did not himself have the capital to begin a mining enterprise. Luckily an investor stepped forward to help him out: Dr. C.W. Jeffrey. With the influx of money, Adams created Western Nuclear and began mining operations in 1957. In thanks to Jeffrey’s investment, Adams named the soon booming corporate town after him. Thus was Jeffrey City born and Beulah’s “Home on the Range” subsumed.
Jeffrey City grew fast. Street grids were laid out, home plots built, utilities and street lights wired. Schools were constructed, including a high school with an olympic pool. Shops sprang up on what became main street. Hotels were built for workers who were waiting for their homes to be raised or for mobile homes to arrive. Churches were founded. A library and a medical clinic were dedicated. Jeffrey City would even get its own newspaper, the Jeffrey City News. By 1979, 4,500 people called Jeffrey City home.
Then came the bust. The uranium industry collapsed. At first, only minor layoffs set in. Management and workers waited, hoping for an industry rebound. It would not come. In 1982 the mine closed.
Jeffrey City became a stew pot of anger and frustration; anger at the corporation, frustration at the lack of other options for work for hundreds of miles around. Suddenly the population keenly felt the remoteness of their town and their homes. People lashed out: electrical lines were sabotaged, car windows shot out, the high school vandalized.
Then the rage became fear as radiation was found in their homes. The exodus began.
By 1985, 95% of the population of Jeffrey City had packed up and left. By 2010, the U.S. census would record only 58 people living in the vicinity of Jeffrey City.
Today the streets sit empty, an asphalt grid cracking under the harsh weather. Street lights still stand, but remain dark, rusting away. Empty home plots are nothing but weeds and useless utility meters. Here and there mobile homes lie, shattered, discarded. An abandoned bath tub sits among the elements. The schools, hotels, churches, and shops are all boarded up. Main street is a sad testament to old promises, shattered hopes. A park is now only brown prairie grass, an abandoned teeter totter sitting still, a swing set twisting in the wind. Today, you can stand in the middle of a once thriving town and see not a soul around. As for Beulah’s own “Home on the Range”, nothing remains.
There actually is a nice gas station/restaurant west on 789. Its dingy and does have a certain...vibe...that is hard to explain without referring to it as a sociopathic's establishment, but the gentleman running the place is actually a kind man. When I was there he had a bunch of cages filled with snakes he was eventually going to use as a tourist attraction, so maybe something else to see if you're passing through. The food is food. More importantly, gas. In this part of the country, you should not pass it up. Nothing obstructs you from walking the streets of Jeffrey City, but a few people still live nearby, so respect should be shown. The buildings are boarded up for a reason: with no care, they have been at the mercy of the elements for years. Naturally, they are quite hazardous. The mine itself has actually reopened, with a 15 year plan created to extract over 15 million pounds of uranium. This means nothing to Jeffrey City: with modern technology, only a few dozen workers will be needed to work the mine. This new boom will bring no salvation to the ghost town Jeffrey City has become.
Athena punishes the beautiful Medusa and turns Medusa’s hair into snakes as because Athena’s husband Poseidon, the brother of Zeus, makes love with Medusa by force in the Sanctuary of Athena.
The jealous Goddess Athena, then, orders Perseus to kill her. Medusa is beheaded by the hero Perseus and the children of Medusa from Poseidon, the winged-horse Pegasus and the giant Chrysaor spout from her death body.
Didyma Ancient Cities
Didyma (/ˈdɪdɨmə/; Ancient Greek: Δίδυμα) was an ancient Greek sanctuary on the coast of Ionia. It contained a temple and oracle of Apollo, the Didymaion. In Greek didyma means "twin", but the Greeks who sought a "twin" at Didyma ignored the Carian origin of the name.[1] Next to Delphi, Didyma was the most renowned oracle of the Hellenic world, first mentioned among the Greeks in the Homeric Hymn to Apollo,[2] but an establishment preceding literacy and even the Hellenic colonization of Ionia. Mythic genealogies of the origins of the Branchidae line of priests, designed to capture the origins of Didyma as a Hellenic tradition, date to the Hellenistic period.[3] The ruins of Didyma are located at a short distance to the northwest of modern Didim in Aydin Province, Turkey, whose name is derived from Didyma's.
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Bust of a marble kouros from the Sacred Way at Didyma, now in the British Museum, 550 BC[4]
Didyma was the largest and most significant sanctuary on the territory of the great classical city Miletus. To approach it, visitors would follow the Sacred Way to Didyma, about 17 km long. Along the way, were ritual waystations, and statues of members of the Branchidae family, male and female, as well as animal figures. Some of these statues, dating to the 6th century BC, are now in the British Museum, taken by the British archaeologist Charles Newton in the 19th century.[5]
Greek and Roman authors laboured to refer the name Didyma to "twin" temples — not a feature of the site — or to temples of the twins, Apollo and Artemis, whose own cult center at Didyma was only recently established, or whether, as Wilamowitz suggested[6] there is a connection to Cybele Dindymene, "Cybele of Mount Dindymon", is mooted. Recent excavations by the German team of archaeologists have uncovered a major sanctuary dedicated to Artemis, with the key ritual focus being water.
The 6th century Didymaion, dedicated to Apollo, enclosed its smaller predecessor, which archaeologists have identified. Its treasury was enriched by gifts from Croesus.
Bunch O' Monarchs
08/26/2015
I'm just having too much fun in the mornings before work. I'm tagging them for their migration and it's a bit chilly in the mornings so they stay put a bit to warm up. Only had a few minutes for pictures this morning and I think this was the best of the ones I took.
Old Bent's Fort was located on the Santa Fe Trail and active during the 1830s and 1840s. It served as a trading post, way station, and eventually a military post during the Mexican War. It was also a meeting and cultural exchange point for American, Mexican, and Native American cultures.
A once thriving uranium mining town, Jeffrey City now sits forgotten, forlorn, and rotting away in the Wyoming sun, rain, and snow.
It started in 1931, when Beulah Peterson Walker found herself in desperate straits. Her husband, a World War One veteran who suffered from a gas attack during the war, was given six months to live. Figuring clean air would help his damaged lungs, she decided to pack up and move west with her husband. They eventually settled in an old abandoned farmstead south of the Oregon Trail. They fixed the place up and offered it as a waystation for the few travelers that passed by. Beulah called their new homestead “Home on the Range”
Beulah had made a fateful decision. Her husband would live for another 20 years, and her little “Home on the Range” would become the center of a corporate mining town, for what Beulah did not know was that her homestead sat in the shadows of hills filled with uranium.
The Atomic Age hit America fast, and uranium soon became the new gold. A speculator named Bob Adams discovered the buried wealth that was waiting to be dug up. Unfortunately, he did not himself have the capital to begin a mining enterprise. Luckily an investor stepped forward to help him out: Dr. C.W. Jeffrey. With the influx of money, Adams created Western Nuclear and began mining operations in 1957. In thanks to Jeffrey’s investment, Adams named the soon booming corporate town after him. Thus was Jeffrey City born and Beulah’s “Home on the Range” subsumed.
Jeffrey City grew fast. Street grids were laid out, home plots built, utilities and street lights wired. Schools were constructed, including a high school with an olympic pool. Shops sprang up on what became main street. Hotels were built for workers who were waiting for their homes to be raised or for mobile homes to arrive. Churches were founded. A library and a medical clinic were dedicated. Jeffrey City would even get its own newspaper, the Jeffrey City News. By 1979, 4,500 people called Jeffrey City home.
Then came the bust. The uranium industry collapsed. At first, only minor layoffs set in. Management and workers waited, hoping for an industry rebound. It would not come. In 1982 the mine closed.
Jeffrey City became a stew pot of anger and frustration; anger at the corporation, frustration at the lack of other options for work for hundreds of miles around. Suddenly the population keenly felt the remoteness of their town and their homes. People lashed out: electrical lines were sabotaged, car windows shot out, the high school vandalized.
Then the rage became fear as radiation was found in their homes. The exodus began.
By 1985, 95% of the population of Jeffrey City had packed up and left. By 2010, the U.S. census would record only 58 people living in the vicinity of Jeffrey City.
Today the streets sit empty, an asphalt grid cracking under the harsh weather. Street lights still stand, but remain dark, rusting away. Empty home plots are nothing but weeds and useless utility meters. Here and there mobile homes lie, shattered, discarded. An abandoned bath tub sits among the elements. The schools, hotels, churches, and shops are all boarded up. Main street is a sad testament to old promises, shattered hopes. A park is now only brown prairie grass, an abandoned teeter totter sitting still, a swing set twisting in the wind. Today, you can stand in the middle of a once thriving town and see not a soul around. As for Beulah’s own “Home on the Range”, nothing remains.
There actually is a nice gas station/restaurant west on 789. Its dingy and does have a certain...vibe...that is hard to explain without referring to it as a sociopathic's establishment, but the gentleman running the place is actually a kind man. When I was there he had a bunch of cages filled with snakes he was eventually going to use as a tourist attraction, so maybe something else to see if you're passing through. The food is food. More importantly, gas. In this part of the country, you should not pass it up. Nothing obstructs you from walking the streets of Jeffrey City, but a few people still live nearby, so respect should be shown. The buildings are boarded up for a reason: with no care, they have been at the mercy of the elements for years. Naturally, they are quite hazardous. The mine itself has actually reopened, with a 15 year plan created to extract over 15 million pounds of uranium. This means nothing to Jeffrey City: with modern technology, only a few dozen workers will be needed to work the mine. This new boom will bring no salvation to the ghost town Jeffrey City has become.
The cabin is supposed to sleep eight people but there's only five beds, including the fold down futon in this room, so eight people might be a tight squeeze.
Adams Ranger Station. Nez Perce National Forest, Idaho.
Another view. I was finally able to scan this neg. It is artickulated and scratched but with a different scanner and 3 hrs....
Female monarch (males have a dot on lower part of wing) getting nectar from a zinnia, one their favorites. She didn't proceed on to the milkweed, the only flower where they lay eggs and the caterpillars feed on. Considering the time of the year, she might have been a part of the Methuselah Generation which lives for months instead of weeks and makes the migration to Mexico and back every winter.
Me and this beautiful Monarch were just hangin' around at the Butterfly Garden the other night. For Bokeh Wednesdays!
The floss of a Common Milkweed plant in a beautiful floral shape. Pretty special, isn't it? In the Butterfly Garden at Prairie Park Nature Center in Lawrence. This one's for Monochrome Bokeh Thursday.
Compare this bunkhouse photo to one taken a hundred years ago.
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Adams Ranger Station. Nez Perce National Forest, Idaho.
Probably the most recognizable butterfly in North America. And the most endangered. The first Monarchs arrived at the El Rosario Refuge high in Sierra Madres of Mexico this week, while fresh ones were still emerging from my waystation for the fall migration. Tropical milkweed in the photo is an excellent choice to provide for Monarchs. All butterflies are attracted to the blooms and it's a larval food plant for Monarchs.
Our beautiful world, pass it on
Didyma Ancient Cities
Didyma (/ˈdɪdɨmə/; Ancient Greek: Δίδυμα) was an ancient Greek sanctuary on the coast of Ionia. It contained a temple and oracle of Apollo, the Didymaion. In Greek didyma means "twin", but the Greeks who sought a "twin" at Didyma ignored the Carian origin of the name.[1] Next to Delphi, Didyma was the most renowned oracle of the Hellenic world, first mentioned among the Greeks in the Homeric Hymn to Apollo,[2] but an establishment preceding literacy and even the Hellenic colonization of Ionia. Mythic genealogies of the origins of the Branchidae line of priests, designed to capture the origins of Didyma as a Hellenic tradition, date to the Hellenistic period.[3] The ruins of Didyma are located at a short distance to the northwest of modern Didim in Aydin Province, Turkey, whose name is derived from Didyma's.
www.britishmuseum.org/explore/highlights/highlight_object...
www.britishmuseum.org/research/collection_online/search.a...
Bust of a marble kouros from the Sacred Way at Didyma, now in the British Museum, 550 BC[4]
Didyma was the largest and most significant sanctuary on the territory of the great classical city Miletus. To approach it, visitors would follow the Sacred Way to Didyma, about 17 km long. Along the way, were ritual waystations, and statues of members of the Branchidae family, male and female, as well as animal figures. Some of these statues, dating to the 6th century BC, are now in the British Museum, taken by the British archaeologist Charles Newton in the 19th century.[5]
Greek and Roman authors laboured to refer the name Didyma to "twin" temples — not a feature of the site — or to temples of the twins, Apollo and Artemis, whose own cult center at Didyma was only recently established, or whether, as Wilamowitz suggested[6] there is a connection to Cybele Dindymene, "Cybele of Mount Dindymon", is mooted. Recent excavations by the German team of archaeologists have uncovered a major sanctuary dedicated to Artemis, with the key ritual focus being water.
The 6th century Didymaion, dedicated to Apollo, enclosed its smaller predecessor, which archaeologists have identified. Its treasury was enriched by gifts from Croesus.
I just happened to spot this freshly eclosed female monarch in my garden today! The chrysalis was on the underside of a leaf in my little coneflower patch, only a few feet from the milkweed so I guess she didn't travel far. Andover, NJ - Monarch Waystation # 11842.
This was the least skittish butterfly I spotted at the Butterfly Garden this morning. It stayed on these Black-Eyed Susan flowers and didn't fly away when I approached. I believe this is a Pearl Crescent. Love how the butterfly colors perfectly match the colors of the flowers. A natural match.
Monarch Waystation,
University of Kansas,
Lawrence (Douglas County), KS.
A much easier subject for me to photograph than the Hummingbird Moths; especially when they land on a metal arbor such as this at the Butterfly Garden. And since this one isn't tagged, I did have to check the identification photos to make sure it isn't a Viceroy. At the University of Kansas in Lawrence, KS.
Monarchs have enormous compound eyes that consist of thousands of ommatidia, each of which senses light and images. The two antennae and the two palpi, which are densely covered with scales, sense molecules in the air and gives butterflies a sense of smell. The straw-like proboscis is the butterfly's tongue, through which it sucks nectar and water for nourishment. When not in use, the butterfly curls up its proboscis.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
This was an extremely lucky and difficult shot to take. I had spotted two Monarch butterflies following one another around the garden. I had already been taking some macro shots, so I simply set my speed at 1/2000, and followed the Monarchs shooting as I went along. I must have appeared to be quite hilarious, if any neighbors were watching, as I gave chase, pointing my camera up down and all around. The butterfly on the left appears to be on the flower, but is actually in the air. Both turned out to be males.
For Totally Texture Tuesday! Another from yesterday's visit to the Butterfly Garden on West Campus at KU.
Didyma (/ˈdɪdɪmə/; Ancient Greek: Δίδυμα) was an ancient Greek sanctuary on the coast of Ionia in the domain of the famous city of Miletus. Apollo was the main deity of the sanctuary of Didyma, also called Didymaion. But it was home to both of the temples dedicated to the twins Apollo and Artemis. Other deities were also honoured within the sanctuary. The Didymaion was well renowned in antiquity because of its famed oracle. This oracle of Apollo was situated within what was, and is, one of the world's greatest temples to Apollo. The remains of this Hellenistic temple belong to the best preserved temples of classical antiquity. Besides this temple other buildings existed within the sanctuary which have been rediscovered recently; a Greek theatre and the foundations of the above-mentioned Hellenistic temple of Artemis, to name but two.
The ruins of Didyma are located a short distance to the northwest of modern Didim in Aydın Province, Turkey, whose name is derived from the ruins. It sits on a headland that in antiquity formed the Milesian Peninsula. Didyma was the largest and most significant sanctuary on the territory of the great classical city Miletus. The natural connection between Miletus and Didyma was by way of ship. But during antiquity the sediments from the Meander River silted up the harbour of Miletus. A slow process which eventually meant that the nearby Latmian Gulf developed from a bay into a lake (today Bafa Gölü).[2]
The linear distance between Miletus and Didyma measures some 16 km. As well as the simple footway there also existed a Sacred Way between the city and its sanctuary which measured some 20 km in distance. This Sacred Way, built in the 6th century BC, was used for festival processions.[3] It touched the harbour of Didyma, situated 3 km northwest of the sanctuary called Panormos[4] (today Mavişehir). Along this route were ritual waystations, and statues of noblemen and noblewomen, as well as animal and mythological beast figures. Some of these statues, dating to the 6th century BC, are now in the British Museum (Room 13), excavated by the British archaeologist Charles Thomas Newton in the 19th century...Wikipedia
Didyma Ancient Cities
Didyma (/ˈdɪdɨmə/; Ancient Greek: Δίδυμα) was an ancient Greek sanctuary on the coast of Ionia. It contained a temple and oracle of Apollo, the Didymaion. In Greek didyma means "twin", but the Greeks who sought a "twin" at Didyma ignored the Carian origin of the name.[1] Next to Delphi, Didyma was the most renowned oracle of the Hellenic world, first mentioned among the Greeks in the Homeric Hymn to Apollo,[2] but an establishment preceding literacy and even the Hellenic colonization of Ionia. Mythic genealogies of the origins of the Branchidae line of priests, designed to capture the origins of Didyma as a Hellenic tradition, date to the Hellenistic period.[3] The ruins of Didyma are located at a short distance to the northwest of modern Didim in Aydin Province, Turkey, whose name is derived from Didyma's.
www.britishmuseum.org/explore/highlights/highlight_object...
www.britishmuseum.org/research/collection_online/search.a...
Bust of a marble kouros from the Sacred Way at Didyma, now in the British Museum, 550 BC[4]
Didyma was the largest and most significant sanctuary on the territory of the great classical city Miletus. To approach it, visitors would follow the Sacred Way to Didyma, about 17 km long. Along the way, were ritual waystations, and statues of members of the Branchidae family, male and female, as well as animal figures. Some of these statues, dating to the 6th century BC, are now in the British Museum, taken by the British archaeologist Charles Newton in the 19th century.[5]
Greek and Roman authors laboured to refer the name Didyma to "twin" temples — not a feature of the site — or to temples of the twins, Apollo and Artemis, whose own cult center at Didyma was only recently established, or whether, as Wilamowitz suggested[6] there is a connection to Cybele Dindymene, "Cybele of Mount Dindymon", is mooted. Recent excavations by the German team of archaeologists have uncovered a major sanctuary dedicated to Artemis, with the key ritual focus being water.
The 6th century Didymaion, dedicated to Apollo, enclosed its smaller predecessor, which archaeologists have identified. Its treasury was enriched by gifts from Croesus.
Happy Flower Thursday! I had no idea what this was when I first spotted it at the Butterfly Garden but have since identified it as a Clearwing Sphinx Moth which is another Hummingbird Moth. Unfortunately, I focused on the tail end a bit more than the head. I'll hopefully see these again, so I can try to get a better shot. At the University of Kansas in Lawrence, KS.
Didyma (/ˈdɪdɪmə/; Ancient Greek: Δίδυμα) was an ancient Greek sanctuary on the coast of Ionia in the domain of the famous city of Miletus. Apollo was the main deity of the sanctuary of Didyma, also called Didymaion. But it was home to both of the temples dedicated to the twins Apollo and Artemis. Other deities were also honoured within the sanctuary. The Didymaion was well renowned in antiquity because of its famed oracle. This oracle of Apollo was situated within what was, and is, one of the world's greatest temples to Apollo. The remains of this Hellenistic temple belong to the best preserved temples of classical antiquity. Besides this temple other buildings existed within the sanctuary which have been rediscovered recently; a Greek theatre and the foundations of the above-mentioned Hellenistic temple of Artemis, to name but two.
The ruins of Didyma are located a short distance to the northwest of modern Didim in Aydın Province, Turkey, whose name is derived from the ruins. It sits on a headland that in antiquity formed the Milesian Peninsula. Didyma was the largest and most significant sanctuary on the territory of the great classical city Miletus. The natural connection between Miletus and Didyma was by way of ship. But during antiquity the sediments from the Meander River silted up the harbour of Miletus. A slow process which eventually meant that the nearby Latmian Gulf developed from a bay into a lake (today Bafa Gölü).[2]
The linear distance between Miletus and Didyma measures some 16 km. As well as the simple footway there also existed a Sacred Way between the city and its sanctuary which measured some 20 km in distance. This Sacred Way, built in the 6th century BC, was used for festival processions.[3] It touched the harbour of Didyma, situated 3 km northwest of the sanctuary called Panormos[4] (today Mavişehir). Along this route were ritual waystations, and statues of noblemen and noblewomen, as well as animal and mythological beast figures. Some of these statues, dating to the 6th century BC, are now in the British Museum (Room 13), excavated by the British archaeologist Charles Thomas Newton in the 19th century...Wikipedia
Attendies of the annual Prairie Fire Bioneers Conference install a monarch waystation at the Knox Farm.
When I first uploaded this photo, I was really bummed out that it was so blurry, caught in mid-motion; I loved the expression, the stance, the composition. "This could've been a great portrait," I thought.
But I still loved this shot, even in all its edgy blurry strangeness. Then I realized that it's a pretty good representation of being eleven, which is, when you think about it, an edgy, blurry, strange age -- not yet a teenager, but not quite a child. Eleven is sort of a twitchy waystation for puberty, a time when cheeky babyfaces slowly take on the angles and planes of impending maturity, and the push/pull of "I need you / leave me alone" begins to gradually emerge.
My son's eleventh birthday was a celebration of friends and cake and giggly goofiness and pure childhood joy; but just for a second my camera captured this tiny glimpse of the young man he is waiting to become.
I had 6 Monarchs in my "Monarch Waystation" today which is one more than i have ever had at one time.
The Virginia Department of Transportation (VDOT) and Dominion Virginia Power teamed up with the Loudoun Wildlife Conservancy, Native Plant Society and Valley Land on Tuesday to plant more than 8,000 pollinator-friendly plants at the Dale City Rest Area on Interstate 95 north in Northern Virginia. This project is part of VDOT’s Pollinator Habitat Program, which aims to create “waystations” or refuges for Monarch butterflies and other threatened pollinators.
Monarch on Blazing Star. Photo taken this morning in my "Monarch Waystation". There were 4 of them yesterday but it was way to hot to go out and photograph them, today there were two.
There is so much to see and learn in the displays at Ellis Island. One of my ancestors came through here from Finland 123 years ago. Most entered the country rather quickly others had to remain here for a time until allowed in or sent back "across the pond". There is a section of one of the rooms where the graffiti on a wall has been preserved, messages from those hopefuls of 100 years ago. August 7, 2022.