#Walnut Street Bridge

[meteorologistaustenlonek]

Many thanks to @WDEFNews12 viewer Jon Thomas for a rainy day view of the #WalnutStreetBridge in downtown #ChattanoogaTN, our Langley Roofing #WeatherWindow #PictureOfTheDay for Friday.

#wdef-tv #chattanooga weather #wdef news 12 #wdef chattanooga #[email protected] #wdef.com #tennessee river valley #wdef.com/weather #chief meteorologist austen onek #wdef #Langley Roofing #Picture Of The Day #Weather Picture #Walnut Street Bridge #Chattanooga Photography #Pictures Weather

[opencommunion]

please go to a protest for Land Day tomorrow (March 30th) if you can

AUSTRALIA – Hobart / Nipaluna. 1PM Every Saturday @ Davey St. (Grand Chancellor).

CANADA – Antigonish, NS. 1PM Every Saturday @ Antigonish Town Hall. Antigonish 4 Gaza.

CANADA – Montreal. 2PM Land Day Tatreez Workshop @ Refugee Center. PYM Montreal.

CANADA – Ottawa. 2PM Land Day @ Human Rights Monument.

CANADA – Toronto. 2PM Land Day @ Yonge & Dundas. PYM Toronto.

ENGLAND – Halifax. 1PM Every Saturday @ Wilkos on Southgate.

ENGLAND – Hebden Bridge. 3PM Every Saturday @ Holme Street. 4PM @ St George’s Square. West Yorkshire for Palestine.

ENGLAND – London. 11AM @ 7 Tavistock Square. PYM Britain.

ENGLAND – London. 12PM @ Central London. STW UK.

NETHERLANDS – Amsterdam. 7PM Every Night @ Dam Square.

PORTUGAL – Porto. 10PM Every Night Vigil @ Camara Municipal.

SCOTLAND – Orkney. 1PM Every Saturday @ St Magnus Cathedral Steps. Amnesty Orkney.

AZ – Phoenix. 1MP Land Day @ Civic Space Park. PSL Phoenix AZ.

CA – Los Angeles. 1PM Land Day March @ LA City Hall. PYM LA/OC/IE.

CA – Petaluma. 12:30PM Every Saturday @ Petaluma & E Washington. Occupy Pelatuma.

CA – Ventura. 12:30PM @ 181 E Santa Clara St. ANSWER Coalition.

CO – Fort Collins. 3PM Every Saturday @ Old Town Square. NOCO Liberation Coalition.

DC – Washington DC. 4PM @ DuPont Circle. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Gainesville. 11AM @ Depot Park. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Orlando. City Hall. TBA. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Pensacola. PM @ Main & Reus (Blue Wahoos). PSL CGC. 

GA – Atlanta. 2PM @ Consulate of Israel. PYM.

ID – Pocatello. 12PM Every Saturday @ Bannock County Courthouse. Pocatello for Palestine.

IL – Chicago. 1PM @ TBA. USPCN + Chicago SJP.

LA – New Orleans. 3:30PM @ 701 N Rampart St.

MA – Springfield. 2PM @ 36 Court St. ANSWER Coalition.

ME – Portland. 1PM @ Monument Square. PSL Maine.

MI – Detroit. 1:30PM @ Beacon Park. USPCN.

MI – Detroit. 10AM Land Day @ Rouge Park. PYM.

MN – Minneapolis. 2PM @ 2707 West Lake St. ANSWER Coalition.

MT – Kalispell. 12PM Every Saturday @ Main & Center. MT 4 Palestine.

NC – Asheville. 4PM @ 1 N Pack Square. ANSWER Coalition.

NC – Charlotte. 4PM @ Wilmore Centennial Park. CLT 4 Palestine + PSL Carolinas.

NC – Raleigh. 3PM Land Day @ Moore Square. PSL Carolinas.

NC, Charlotte. 4PM @ Wilmore Centennial Park. Land Day. CLT 4 Pali + PSL Carolinas.

NM – Albuquerque. 4PM @ UNM Book Store. ANSWER Coalition.

NY – New York. 12PM @ City Hall Park. Within Our Lifetime.

NY – New York. 12PM Vigil Every Saturday @ 5th & 44th in Brooklyn. Sunset Park Elders.

NY – New York. 5PM @ Times Square. PYM.

NY – Rochester. 1:30PM @ MLK Park. End Apartheid ROC + SJP UR.

OH – Cincinnati. 3PM @ 801 Plum St. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Cleveland. 2PM Land Day @ Edgewater Upper Pavillion. USCPN.

OH – Columbus. 4PM @ 120 W Goodale St. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Dayton. 5PM @ 2680 Ridge Ave. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Wooster. 11AM @ 538 N Market St. ANSWER Coalition.

OR – Bend. 12PM Saturdays @ Peace Corner. Central Oregon 4 Socialism.

OR – Portland. 12PM @ Desert Island Studios. Letters for Palestine PDX.

PA – Philadelphia. 5PM @ 7th & Walnut. ANSWER Coalition.

PA – Pittsburgh. 3:30PM @ 4100 Forbes Ave. ANSWER Coalition.

RI – Providence. 5PM @ Prospect Terr. ANSWER Coalition.

TX – Houston. 1PM @ Waterwall Park. PYM Houston.

TX – San Antonio. 12PM @ 301 E Travis ST. ANSWER Coalition.

VT – Burlington. 1PM @ City Hall. ANSWER Coalition.

WA – Seattle. 2PM Land Day @ Lake Union Park. PYM.

WI – Milwaukee. 1:30PM @ Sijan Park. PSL Milwaukee.

WI – Viroqua. 11AM Vigil Every Saturday @ Main & Decker. Driftless Solidarity / Wolves PSC.

WV – Martinsburg. 12PM Land Day @ Martinsburg Town Square. PSL WV.

DISCLAIMER: I didn't make this list and it's not comprehensive. If you don't see a protest near you, look up what your local orgs are doing, and if you still can't find anything, take autonomous action

#palestine #action

[littlefanficprincess]

I want to see your pretty face

Oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: One woman Army (Porcelain Black)

Part 2

(A/n): Tord doesn't appear yet, but I want to first bridge the gap between meetings.

~~~~~~~~

How long has it been since I've seen Tord? 2...3 years, maybe 4?

It doesn't really matter to me, I just hope that he is alright. To keep my mind off things, I began to work out. Run around the block a few times every morning, do some yoga and going to the gym atleast twice a week.

I never got the answer on why Tord was on that wanted poster, there were more wanted posters everyday. Makes me wonder what he did to be wanted for that much money.

It was currently morning, I was on my morning run when I noticed a flyer on the ground. I grab it from the concrete floor and let me gaze glide across it. It seemed old, it had small tears and faded colors.

Red Army

[phone]

'Red Army? I don't think I've ever heard of it. It wouldn't hurt giving it a call, I'm kinda curious' I fold the flyer and stuff it into my pocket.

Once I had finished my jog, I enter my house and sits down on the couch. I pull put my phone and the flyer. I carefully type in the number into my phone.

Ring...Ring..."Hello, this is Senna Akuna from the Red Army. How may I help you?" A woman voice was on the other side, she sound like she was in her mid-thirties.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I found a flyer on the street about the red army, I was curious on what the Red Army is" I chimes, fiddling with end of my shirt.

The woman on the other side lets a groan "Paul said he got rid of them all. Well the Red Army is an organisation which has the goal to change the world. It has existed for many years"

"Is there anyway to join it?"

"There is indeed ons, I could set up an appointment to see if you're fit. It's alright if you refuse. I will warn you that if you leak this information, you will be assassinated" She informs.

"Well, isn't that just comforting. I am intrested in joining"

"Ofcourse. I have a spot for you on Monday the 27th at 2:30, Is that a good time for you?"

"Yes, where should I go?"

"Go to the abandoned walnut factory outside town, there you will be picked up by a car. Which will bring you the base, you will be escorted to my office. I will see you then, have a nice day"

"You too" I press on the hang up button, and let out a huff. The idea of being in an army sounds thrilling and also exciting. I'd say I'm pretty fit and thanks to all those times where me and Tord went to the shooting range. Even if I was rusty, I still knew how to use a gun.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

(Y/n) taps her foot against the concrete. She has been waiting for a few minutes, feeling the breeze blow past her.

A car pulls up, the windows were too dark to see inside. The window of it slightly lowers, just enough to hear what is going on inside, but not see inside.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" A voice inside questions.

"That's me" (Y/n) answers, nodding.The back door opens, inviting her in. She enters the car, sitting down on the seat. She closes the door as the car takes off.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

She was dropped off at a big building, it was black and red. She carefully the approaches the enterance, noticing a red button next to the door.

Reaching out, she presses it. A click could heard and the door opens. (Y/n) enters, cautiously, looking around.

"You must be (Y/n)" A voice says. Making (Y/n) turn towards the source finding a man. He was wearing a red sweater, with a blue overcoat over it. He had brown hair with split bangs.

"The one and only" The girl responds. She eyes the name tag on his uniform 'Patryck'.

"Follow me" Patryck turns his back, using his hand to motion for the girl to follow. He leads her to an office, it was a silent between them. Patryck found the girl familiar but couldn't place his finger on where he saw her. He knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) hears the same voice she spoke to on the phone.

"It's Patryck, I have (Y/n) (L/n) with me" Patryck speaks."Right, Patryck, you can leave. (L/n), please enter"

Patryck gives a small wave, before walking off to somewhere. (Y/n) turns to the door, opening it and walking through it.

There was a desk with a woman sitting behind it. She had dark colored hair and a suit with a red tie. She motions for the girl to take a seat infront of the desk, which she does.

"I have looked at your portfolio, I'm quite impressed. I heard that you often visited a shooting ranch, is that correct?" Senna explains, looking at the person on the other side of the desk.

"Oh yeah, like...6 years I think. It was mostly with my friend Tord, I haven't seen him in a long time, so I stopped visiting" (Y/n) replies, scratching her cheek.

Senna hums "interesting" she writes something on a paper next to, she puts the pen down "Your future will be discussed, I'll give you a call next week"

#fanfic #x reader #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #tord x reader #ew tord #red leader #oneshot #ew patryck

[baladric]

stay tuned for my upcoming chronicles of osreth companion novel, Far Side of the River, in which we learn that The Bridge™ is actually the final step in orava the usurper’s age-long battle to reincarnate as a lich, and thara celehar, anora chanavar, cala athmaza, kiru athmaza and teru tethimar all team up to take him down once and for all; in the process, celehar learns that the land of the dead is but one shore away, entirely reachable, and that evru’s spirit has been calling across that river for years. the real plot is celehar’s temptation to damn himself and the rest of the world by actuating his newly realized power to bridge that river, thus forever rendering the transition from life to death into a dangerous two-way street—but there, shaking him from his rictus trance, is iäna pel-thenhior with eyes like the autumn sun and a worried pinch in his brows that has, since meeting celehar, become a lingering line on his lovely face, and what more physical proof does a man need than this to know that he is a black spot on the annals of the world? but then iäna like idk snaps his fingers in front of his face and goes WOULDST STOP THAT, PLEASE, THOU UTTER WALNUT?? THOU’RT WORRYING ME, PLEASE COME HOME and then they like makeout idk and in the background cala is just kicking orava’s gross skeleton body a lot while hanevis athmaza and his soldier nohecharis buddy (coughcough Valliēt Faädar, yes i named him, i care too much about half-sentence bits of lore) are giving solemn thumbs ups from The Far Side of the River, the end

#wftd #cemeteries of amalo #witness for the dead #tge #i don't even know i'm sorry

[mtnfisher]

The Hunter Museum of American Art - as viewed from the Walnut Street Bridge at night - Chattanooga Tennessee.

#outdoor photography #outdoors #artists on tumblr #original photography on tumblr #tumblr photo blog #tumblr photographer #nightphotography #nighttime #urban hiking #chattanooga

[k1ngdomfa11]

The Hunter Museum of American Art from the Walnut Street Bridge 💙

#Chattanooga #<3

[cleanlenins]

Okay, very pissed to see a parent let their kids climb ALL OVER the memorial to Ed Johnson on the Walnut Street Bridge.

A memorial to a poor guy who was LYNCHED.

One sec I'm gonna play tourist and get close enough to make them feel uncomfortable so they fucking LEAVE.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Sunday 27 July 1834

6

1

very fine morning F69 ½° at 7 am -  sat writing in her room till eleven and not at all with her last night - reading - ready at 7 this morning and looking at maps till 7 ¾ - breakfast at 7 ¾ - prayers (ourselves and George) from 8 50 to 9 1/2 - A- and I off in little char at 9 57 – very pretty drive along the lake shallow and reedy along the margin, and at Duing or Douin [Duingt] at 11, a small village – little auberge and a few cottages and the chateau – at the foot of the mountain de Déré [Col Bassac Déré] – agreed with our cocher to take us to the head of the lake for 2fr. more (7+2=9fr.) – there in 25 minutes at 11 ½ a sort of little port - a house and stabling and coal depot and 2 or 3 flat-bottomed carriage boats to take to Annecy the coal (like anthracite) from the mountain d’Entreverne [Entrevernes] a little to the south of the head of the lake - and wood and one of the boats was laden with a yellowish friable, clay earth -  ¼ here walking about - the lake from Douin [Duingt] narrower road more confined, and prettier – the hoary green-speckled, calcareous mountains very fine - back at D- in 25 minutes at 12 ¼ - stopt ½ hour at the little auberge (belonging to the people who kept it) for A- to eat her cold chicken – the woman had lived in service at the chateau and volunteered going with us to see it – called Chateauvieux [Châteauvieux] built on a little promontory that seems almost or quite to close the lake when seen from the other end of the lake – it was before the revolution of 1791 the property the marquis de Sales whose son the present marquis is now anxious to buy it but the present proprietor M. Berthé, who married a Genevese and spends his winter at Geneva, asks 100,000fr. and the marquis only bids 90,000fr. the house and all about it, nice little gardens and terraces, are all mal entretenus, but nothing is done now that M. and Madame Berthé have lost their only child a boy of six years old - before his death they kept a pension here and the chateau was full of people - among them many English - the chateau took us 40 minutes - off again at 1 25 back at Annecy at 2 33 – a few light drops of rain at 2 ¼ for about 10 minutes – very good road all the way, shaded with walnut trees – walked about Annecy - good and largish town – most of the streets arcaded as is common in Italy - went into the 2 principal churches, not handsome but full of people – walked up to the castle – a barrack, so not allow to enter the court without permission which not worthwhile to ask for - a large pile of building -looking not very ancient perhaps abut 12th or 13th century - off from the hotel de Genève (the only one to go to) Annecy at 3 33 – rain not heavy at 4 25 for about 20 minutes - at Alby [Alby-sur-Chéran] at 5 10 - Alby [Alby-sur-Chéran] beautifully situated at the edge of the plateau above the deep stream but at the foot of a cluster of green, wooded hills - glimpse of the old castle tower farish to the left - little church and town – and deep bedded stream and handsome white stone bridge,  one high arch over it and ascend the hilltop and fine new road cut out of the rock – very fine, and beautiful and picturesque here – well cultivated well wooded fine country  - and fine mountain drive all the way from Annecy - still the white Salève-like, steppy mountains, but more wooded - neat farm houses scattered tho’ rather thinly all around - the Savoy valleys less populous than the Swiss - Albens at 6, neat little town – here we got into the great highroad from Geneva to Chambery which we left at St. Julien [St. Julien-en-Genevois] - still the same fine, cultivated, wooded, rich, beautiful country and excellent road as before but rather wider - road all today (as yesterday) almost everywhere lined with trees - willows, Lombardy poplars (the tall, pyramidal) great many walnuts, and a few elms and apple trees - At Aix [Aix-les-Bains] at 7 25 – 1200 strangers –not a bed to be had – the maître de poste recommended my going to la poste at Chambery – the commis we had from there, to go about with us, said La parfait union was the best hotel -  he went with us to see the baths, the bains Romains discovered about 3 years ago, in the garden of Madame Perrier, and the Roman arch near the pension of Madame Charpentier - this last has 10/. a day including board and lodging par personne and 5/. for servants - chez Madame Perrier, and at La poste 7/. a day and 3/50 for servants - tasted the water at the source –slightly sulphurous – not near so strong as at Harrogate – a very abundant spring – the swimming bath struck me as very small – not more than 5 or 6 yards square – what they called L’Enfer (the men’s vapour bath) was hot and suffocating enough to deserve its name - A- could not even put her head into it - the thermes or bains Romans are very well worth seeing - perhaps the most perfect to be seen anywhere except at Rome - they say, there would be much more found if the garden was more searched into - the water goits - corridors supported by 1 row of round and 1 of square low pillars communicating (supplying) with the large square piscinum, are perfect as are many of the square earthian vapour tubes (like fine brick) communicating with the vapour bath above - the Roman arch was never much ornamented and the ornaments there were are much worn and obliterated - off from Aix at 8 8 grieved over being in the dark, but it could not be helped - Alighted at  La Parfait Union, in a quiet little square en face de la cathedral Chambery at 10 - dinner at 11 - fine day in spite of the slight shower at 2 ¼ and 4 25 pm F71° at 12 55 tonight

[careerarm2-blog]

May 17 - Chattanooga

After driving almost 3 hours we arrived to Chattanooga, Tennessee. It looks completely different that I imágenes it: it is surrounded by green hills and the Tennessee river runs through it. The hotel is the downtown area within walking distance from several attractions, like the hunter Museum of Art, the Aquarium, WalnutPedestrian Bridge, etc. I realized that most big cities that we visited except NYC and Chicago, have very few people walking on the streets. There are office buildings but no people. I guess it is most people don’t live downtown . Chattanooga was and still is an important commercial city. There is a VW factory close by also. The city has a revamped waterfront park with walking areas, newer apartments, many art works. It also has a free electric shuttle that runs from 8 am to 11 pm and connects the major attractions. The first place we visited was the “Chattanooga Cho-Cho”. It ended up being the old train station built in 1891 and someone decided to name the first train that came into the station from Cincinnati. There some old wagons, some of which are now bars and restaurants, and a couple of stores. But there is. I thing really to see. From there the electric shuttle took us to the North Shore, across the river. The Walnut Bridge is now pedestrian and offers great views of the city, the river and the hills that surround the city. It is about a mile long one way. It ends near Bluff zone, which used to be the wealthy area in the past. A statue and plaques tell the story of Ed Johnson, a young black man who was lynched in the early 1900s in Chattanooga. Another art work pays homage to he more than 1300 documented lynchings that happened in this county. From there we walked to the Arts District. I expected many stores and restaurants, but there are a few restaurants, the art museum, an ice cream place . De inner was at an Italian restaurant. We shared spinach ravioli and caprese salad. We walked to the hotel which was only 4 blocks away.

[minister-erik]

WALNUT STREET BRIDGE (tennessee river) - Composition Sunday

© Erik McGregor - [email protected] - 917-225-8963

#PhotoOfTheDay #WalnutStreetBridge #TennesseeRiver #river #water #FrameOnFrame #TrussBridge #bridge #architecture #NationalRegisterOfHistoricPlaces #HistoricLandmark #cityscape #landscape #UrbanLandscape #Chattanooga #Tennessee #LandscapePhotography #StreetPhotography #ArchitecturePhotography #InfraredSpectrum #InvisibleLight #SuperColor #infrared590nm #ir590nm #infrared #InfraredPhotography #LumixPhotography #ShotOnLumix #LumixZs100 #Photography

[energy-slider]

My Photo - Walnut Street Bridge. Chattanooga, Tennessee.

[paranoidofficial]

Not A Hedge Wizard, pt. 1 (BONUS CONTENT)

A peek behind the veil of the Mentus Obscura- A local boxing ring for the paranormal in Portland hosts a chance interaction for a wolf and a witch...

Jackson had never seen a giant in person before, but his cousin had been telling him for weeks about The Goliath. 20 Wins, 4 Ties, 0 Losses was where the Goliath stood in the big city in the dense woods, Portland Oregon, The Warehouse. The building was an unassuming concrete and plaster skeleton set right in the center of the industrial district on the west side of town, beyond the bridges and bougie 5 star dine-in’s and gastro-pubs.

“You sure this is the place?” Shelly asked, pointing out to the graffiti-covered warehouse. Jackson slid his hand across the console, and patted her leg.

“Sure as sure can be, dolly. Robert doesn’t spin tales.” he said, in a voice thicker than a briarpatch. Jackson extracted a wad of gum from his mouth, and flicked it out the window, as per instructed. Then, he honked the car once, twice, and then three times, before stepping out and walking to the front of his car. Jackson sat down on the front bumper, setting an envelope out behind the angelic hood ornament on his cherry-red muscle car. Finally, the piece-de-resistance- A fortune cookie, extracted from his front shirt pocket, and set on top of the envelope.

A minute passed. Jackson dug a fingernail into his mud-soaked romeos. The fortune cookie rose off the hood of the car, and the cheap cellophane wrapper shucked. The cookie split in two, and the paper fortune was extracted from its carbohydrate cocoon.

“‘You will find yourself entangled in challenges that you could not foresee coming. Do not lose faith, stay the path’. That’s one fruity fortune, I’ll tell you- Where the hell did you get this?” A voice, nasally and smug, spilled from the thin air in front of Jackson. Half of the fortune cookie crumpled into the man’s mouth, before disappearing into the void. 

“Chang’s Diner.” Jackson said.

“Never heard of it- You from around here?”

“Nope. Drove in this morning. Can we wrap this up? I wanna get good seats.”

“Yeah, Yeah. Step out of the car, I’ll get it into the backlot. Head up to the garage- I’ll let them know you’re coming.”

“Great.” Jackson stood up, and rapped on the front hood of the muscle car, winking at Shelly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“TWO STRIKES FROM GOLIATH- THREE STRIKES FROM GOLIATH - AND COBRA IS ON THE ROPES- and here comes the clutch from Cobra!” The announcer screamed from his plinth, as the crowd bustled and jeered at the decadent orgy of violence. 

“Jesus, you see that, Shelly? He’s like- 8 foot tall, how the hell is this a fair fight?” Jackson whisper-yelled into Shelly’s ear, his beefy arm wrapped around her.  Shelly shrugged, and gave a smirk. 

“Well, of course he’d choose an easy fight.” Shelly remarked.

“What do you mean by that, Walnut?”

“He organizes the fights, Jackson.”

“And? Look at him, up there.” Jackson stated, pointing with his hand curled around a cup of beer. The bell rung- it’s the end of the round, and Goliath is back in his corner, arms outstretched on the ropes. He was huge- a head like a cro-magnon and long, sinewy muscles made of focused practice and a lifetime of violence. Jackson was once fit, tough- a former boxer himself- but age and penmanship had turned his former 6 pack into a keg stand. But the Goliath, a giant, loved to parade his story to anyone who’d listen in the darkened corners of bars and eateries in Portland- A street kid spent too long by himself in junkyards and ghettos, finds himself growing a chin of steel and bones made of stones, and instead of abusing the townsfolk and getting himself burned to death, he makes lemonade out of lemons with one hell of a personal trainer, and a dream. 

The bell is struck. To the center, Goliath touched gloves with The Cobra- A shorter, lithe combatant with narrow, snakelike eyes and a pattern of red and black scales running down his chest. His tongue flicked out, lapping in the aroma of the Goliath- Long, forlorn, and bulky. The bout began with Goliath on the assault, baring down on the Cobra with a flurry of jabs and straights, like a tank on a tread. The Cobra, however, weaved a thread of action between each strike, still waiting for his chance to move in, an audible hiss cutting below the din of the crowd. 

“Scuzeeeeeee me. I think, You and yer lady friend are in my spot, actually…” A voice between a helium balloon deflating and a drunken cat getting stepped on slurred. Jackson felt Shelly’s hand grab his arm. Her eyes flicked to Jackson’s. 

The writer shook his head, and rubbed his nose. Ignore. He’ll go away.

The drunkard leaned down, spilling himself into Shelly’s lap, his hand clenched on her shoulder. He smelled of beer and cheap cigarettes, and his scraggly mop of reddish hair hung off his forehead like moss clinging to bark. Jackson felt his jaw ache. Ignore, Ignore. Ignore.

He pouted, and snorted a line of snot back into his nose. Shelly avoided eye contact, staring right through him. The man leaned back, in a stumbling backstep, and came forward, snapping his fingers in Shelly’s face. 

“Wha- Come on, this is MY SEAT! I paid for it, Go ask the gillman at the front, c’mon… Ar’ you enchanted or something?” He demanded. Shelly’s grip tightened on Jackson’s arm. Alright, enough.

“Hey, how about you leave the lady alone, buddy?” Jackson said. The drunkard made eye contact with Jackson, staring at him as if the metal folding chair he sat on had begun to speak.

“Whu- do you even LIVE HERE, Orge?” The drunkard said. Jackson’s fist clenched around his wife's chair. She let out a gentle sigh, and scooted closer to her husband. Jackson raised an eyebrow, a tell he picked up in his youth from the sport- Try it again, and I’ll rip your goddamn heart out.

The drunkard’s eye twitched. His chapped lips pursed, and flattened, and bulged?

“Uuuuuuuuuurp.”

From beyond his lips came forth a thin, brownish slime that slipped out from his clenched mouth. Then, the bulbous frogging of his cheeks, and then, the release. It splattered down the lap of Shelly’s cornflower yellow dress, staining it a dark green with spots of bright fluorescent orange. Fragments of corn puffs and pretzel bites clung to the loose fabric. With the patience of a saint, Shelly took a deep, long inhale through her nose, and held her breath in a caught scream. 

“OOOOOOOH THE BIG GUYS MAD NOW!!!” Screamed the announcer, as the Goliath took a withering punch to the nose. His lips flared, the blood-red mouth-guard clenched under his molars. 

Jackson stood up, and kicked his chair back, stepping beyond Shelly. His fingers ached under the clench of his thumb. His neck cracked and warped, and his canines screeched against his lower teeth. The drunkard stumbled back, wiping the vomit off his mouth with the back of his hand. Jackson’s hair bristled- COWARD.

“Hey, man, I uh- No harm done, take my seat-” The soon-to-be-deadman eulogized. Jackson’s fist cocked back, and he gave a hungry grin. A thin, beastal pant was building in his chest, his coiled prey drive waking up and stretching for a walk. 

For a moment, Jackson feels bad. Ding goes the bell.

The drunkard fell, his nose crushed under the werewolves fist. He panted, and slobbered, and crawled away like a roach with dementia. The crowd gave him a wary glance, and resumed their observation of the real fight, while Jackson lifted the man by the back collar of his jacket, like a dog by the scruff of his neck. Jackson flipped his phone out of his pocket, rapidly dialing a number, and kicked open the front glass door of the arena. 

“Wait, Wait, you can’t fuckin’ kill me, I’m a witch, I’m a witch, I’m a witch.” He sobbed, clutching Jackson’s arm in his sweaty palms. 

“Calm down. I’m not going to kill you. Give me your address, and your name.” Jackson barked. The drunkard gulped, and responded.

“I live in Gresham- Fuck, man, please- I’m- I’m Instanbul. Jus- let me go.” Istanbul cried. 

“What a name. Hello?” Jackson responded, before hopping back on his phone.

“RunWyld Cabs, Portland. Who am I speaking to?”

“Jackson Brun-Hilde. I need a car for my friend…” Jackson winced. “Istanbul.”

“Uh… huh. Where are you?” The operator said. Jackson rattled off the address of the Arena, and dropped the witch to the floor. His body made a firm thwack against the cracked concrete. 

“Alright, where you going, sir?” The operator said. 

“Nowhere. You’ll be taking my drunk friend here home, wherever that is.”

“Is he awake? Can you ask him for his address?”

Jackson leaned down, and grabbed the back of the drunkard’s neck, raising him off the concrete. Snot ran down his nose, and his breathes rasped through his lips. Jackson put the flip-phone against Istanbul's ear, and motioned for him to talk.

“H-Hello? Yeah, uh… umm… 7334 NE Terrance… Yeah, Northside… Ok. Ummmm… Yeah, I’ll have a credit card…” He sputtered. Jackson looked down at the hedge-wizard- covered in dirt, blood smeared across his forehead- and felt a pang of guilt. The wolfman sat down on the curb next to the drunkard, and sighed. 

“Jesus, you’re a mess. What’s the big idea of trying to raise a fight at an unfortunate’s hideaway, anyways? I thought you guys were above it all.”

The Hedge Wizard crawled forward and swung his legs up into a fetal position. His chin was crushed between his kneecaps. His gaze narrowed forward, the glare of a man struggling not to dry heave.

“You stole my seat, man. I just wanted my seat back.”

“Bullshit, I had been glued to 20C since the show started, and your enchanted ass never showed up.”

“... 20C?”

“20C.”

“... I was in the wrong section. Goddammit. I’m sorry for vomiting on your gals dress.”

Istanbul rested his head on top of his knees, looking over at Jackson. An apology from a wizard was like an admission of guilt from a politician- rare, and shockingly sincere when it happens. Jackson’s neck unknotted, and he sighed.

“It’s alright. Just pay for the dry cleaning bill. You said you lived at 7334 NE Terrance? Eh, here.” Jackson said, reaching for his wallet. 

A manila white business card sat on top of Istanbul's tan corduroy pants. On it read, in great bold letters,

Jackson Brun-Hilde

Author

“Huh, A lycan that writes.” Istanbul said.

“Wow, a hedge wizard without manners.” Jackson said.

“Not a hedge wizard. Didn’t say your kind couldn’t, just figured you’d prefer something a bit more…”

“Animalistic? Wolfy?”

“Look, I get it. Sorry.”

The Taxi Cab honked as it approached, and opened its back door to the drunken witch. Istanbul stood up, and waddled to the open door, slipping inside it’s carriage. His head set against the window, and the cab drove off, leaving Jackson alone in the chill night. 

A loud, booming cheer echoed through the lobby, surprising Jackson. Faintly, above the din of the rapturous crowd, a count could be heard- “7, 8, 9, 10, KNOCKOUT!!! THE GOLIATH HAS DONE IT AGAIN! THE COBRA IS OUT COLD ON THE MAT!”

Jackson scoffed, and ran a hand through his loose hair. Whatever. He’d push the doors of the lobby back open, and meet his wife again, determined to salvage the evening back from the strange drunken hedge wizard. It wouldn’t be until the next morning that he’d even remember he gave his business card to the little man.

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Walnut Lane bridge

Not to be confused with Walnut Lane Memorial Bridge or Walnut Street Bridge (Philadelphia).

Walnut Lane BridgePennsylvania state historical marker

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The Walnut Lane Bridge is a concrete arch bridge located in Northwest Philadelphia that connects the Germantown and Roxborough neighborhoods across the Wissahickon Creek in Fairmount Park.[3] While drivers may cross the bridge too quickly to notice, the view from underneath the bridge has inspired many artists and writers, such as Christopher Morley.[4] The design was copied from Pont Adolphe in Luxembourg.[5] image is available for the following products: Metal Prints, Canvas Prints, Framed Prints, Acrylic Wall Prints, Acrylic Blocks, Wood Prints, Giclee Fine Art Prints

Not to be confused with Walnut Lane Memorial Bridge or Walnut Street Bridge (Philadelphia).Walnut Lane LocationPhiladelphia, PennsylvaniaUnited StatesCoordinates40°01′56″N75°11′59″WBuilt1907ArchitectGeorge S. Webster (chief)Henry H. Quimby (assistant)NRHP reference No.88000815[1]Significant datesAdded to NRHPMay 10, 1988Designated PHMCOctober 18, 2008[2]LocationWikimedia | © OpenStreetMapThe Walnut Lane Bridge is a concrete arch bridge located in Northwest Philadelphia that connects the Germantown and Roxborough neighborhoods across the Wissahickon Creek in Fairmount Park.[3] While drivers may cross the bridge too quickly to notice, the view from underneath the bridge has inspired many artists and writers, such as Christopher Morley.[4] The design was copied from Pont Adolphe in Luxembourg.[5]

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Wedding Photography in San Francisco: Capturing Precious Moments

Your wedding day is undoubtedly one of the most important and cherished moments of your life. It's a celebration of love, commitment, and the beginning of a new chapter. As you plan every detail to make your special day unforgettable, one crucial aspect that should not be overlooked is finding the perfect wedding photographer. In the top cities of the USA, such as San Francisco, San Jose, Sonoma, Walnut Creek, Napa, and beyond, there is an abundance of talented wedding photographers ready to capture every precious moment.

When it comes to Wedding Photography In San Francisco, San Francisco stands out as a hub of creativity and artistic expression. The city's picturesque landscapes, iconic landmarks, and vibrant atmosphere provide an ideal backdrop for capturing stunning wedding photos. From the iconic Golden Gate Bridge to the charming streets of Chinatown, there are countless locations that can add a touch of magic to your wedding album.

Just south of San Francisco, San Jose, known as the "Capital of Silicon Valley," also boasts a thriving wedding photography scene. With its diverse neighborhoods, beautiful parks, and modern architecture, San Jose offers endless possibilities for capturing unique and memorable wedding moments. Whether it's a traditional ceremony or a modern celebration, San Jose wedding photographers have the skills and expertise to turn your vision into reality.

If you're looking for a more intimate and rustic setting, Sonoma and Walnut Creek are excellent choices. Nestled in the heart of wine country, Sonoma offers breathtaking vineyards, rolling hills, and charming wineries that provide an enchanting backdrop for your wedding photos. Similarly, Walnut Creek, with its picturesque gardens, scenic trails, and elegant venues, exudes a sense of timeless beauty and romance.

Venturing further north, Napa is another sought-after destination for couples seeking exceptional Wedding photography Napa CA. As one of the world's premier wine regions, Napa provides a stunning blend of natural beauty and refined elegance. From vineyard vistas to luxurious estates, Napa offers an array of breathtaking locations for capturing your special day.

In this digital age, wedding photographers are not just skilled with a camera but also possess the ability to tell a story through their images. They have an eye for detail, a knack for capturing candid moments, and the technical expertise to create visually stunning compositions. Their goal is to encapsulate the emotions, joy, and love that fill the air on your wedding day, allowing you to relive those cherished moments for years to come.

When selecting a wedding photographer in San Francisco, San Jose, Sonoma, Walnut Creek, Napa, or any other location, take the time to review their portfolio, read client testimonials, and meet with them in person. Building a rapport and ensuring that their style aligns with your vision is essential. Remember, your wedding photographer will be by your side throughout the day, capturing every smile, tear, and heartfelt moment.

In conclusion, whether you choose the romantic streets of San Francisco, the vibrant cityscape of San Jose, the rustic charm of Sonoma and Walnut Creek, or the breathtaking landscapes of Napa, the top cities in the USA offer an abundance of talented wedding photographers. With their passion, creativity, and technical expertise, they will ensure that your wedding day is forever immortalized in stunning photographs. So, take the time to find the perfect wedding photographer who will capture your love story in a way that is uniquely yours.

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Elevating Security

The RinRose Pasadena sets a new standard for modern living with an unwavering commitment to safety in its studio, 1, and 2-bedroom apartments. With onsite security and helpful onsite management, residents experience a sense of protection and assistance. The community introduces innovative security measures like ButterflyMX/Salto KS keyless entry, ensuring a seamless and secure entry process. Additional features include secured bike storage and gated underground parking, enhancing security, protecting vehicles, and improving overall resident convenience. The RinRose Pasadena not only prioritizes comfort but also embraces a modern and secure lifestyle, redefining the experience of contemporary living in these modern apartments in Pasadena.

The Religious Landscape of Pasadena, California

Pasadena, CA, boasts a diverse and vibrant religious landscape reflective of its multicultural community. Various faith traditions find expression through many religious institutions scattered across the city. Christian denominations, including Protestant, Catholic, and Orthodox congregations, contribute significantly to Pasadena's religious tapestry. Additionally, Pasadena is home to various religious communities, including Jewish synagogues, Buddhist temples, Hindu and Sikh centers, and Islamic mosques. This diversity fosters an atmosphere of religious tolerance and cultural understanding. The religious landscape of Pasadena reflects the city's commitment to inclusivity, providing residents with opportunities for spiritual engagement and communal worship across a broad spectrum of beliefs and traditions.

Old Pasadena

Old Pasadena, a historic district in the heart of Pasadena, California, encapsulates the city's charm with its well-preserved architecture, eclectic boutiques, and vibrant cultural scene. Visitors encounter a blend of iconic landmarks and contemporary shops by strolling through the cobblestone streets. The district boasts a diverse culinary scene, offering a range of dining experiences from cozy cafes to upscale restaurants. Old Pasadena's historic significance is evident in landmarks like the Castle Green and the Colorado Street Bridge. Hosting events and festivals throughout the year, Old Pasadena seamlessly intertwines its rich history with a dynamic and modern atmosphere, making it a beloved destination for locals and visitors alike.

The Grammys Still Don't Know What to Do With Latin Music

Latin music is a diverse genre rooted in Latin American and Spanish traditions, featuring styles like salsa, reggaeton, and bachata. Its rhythmic richness, cultural depth, and passionate expression have contributed to its global popularity. Latin music is not only popular but has also earned recognition at major Grammy Awards. Latin categories include Best Latin Pop or Urban Album, where artists like Shakira and Bad Bunny have triumphed. Additionally, Latin artists often receive nominations and awards in general categories, showcasing the genre's influence on the international music stage. The prevalence of Latin music in major awards highlights its substantial impact and widespread acclaim.

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Old Pasadena 23 E Colorado Blvd Ste 200, Pasadena, CA 91105, United States Get on CA-134 E 3 min (0.6 mi) Follow I-210 E to E Walnut Ave. Take exit 30A from I-210 E 4 min (4.0 mi) Continue on E Walnut Ave. Drive to E Colorado Blvd/Historic Rte 66 E in East Pasadena 2 min (0.6 mi) The RinRose Pasadena 3768 E Colorado Blvd, Pasadena, CA 91107, United States

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