#redding

[roughridingrednecks]

Redding in Florida

#FL #redding #arms folded #chest tats #trailer #redneck #tats #cap #beard

[unteriors]

Branstetter Lane, Redding, California.

#Redding #California

[catsofcalifornia]

Toph from Raining Cats 'n' Dogs in Redding, California

Click here for more information about adoption and other ways to help!

My husband and I rescued 4 kittens and a momma cat in late October and have gotten the mom (semi-ferral but will pur and let you pet her) fixed. Two of Toph's kittens (Sokka & Azula) are also needing homes.

Toph has a very special story: she was rescued along with her 4 kittens in the parking lot on a busy street. Due to the dangerousness of the location, she was unable to be safely returned after being spayed.

Due to her rocky start, she still gets scared easily and can come off as shy, but as she has gotten comfortable at her foster home she has become more loving and relaxed. She loves to be petted on her cheeks and making air biscuits. She will need a patient adopter who under stands that good things take time. She would do best with a family that has some land for her to have freedom to be a barn cat but will also want to receive love and affection from her humans.

#cats #california #redding #adoption #adoptnotshop

[gameraboy2]

Thunderbird Lodge, Redding, California

#thunderbird lodge #redding #california #photos #photography #sign

[houserosaire]

Prompt #26: Last

Silvaineaux’s eyes lingered for a moment on the space before the chapel door. Whatever snow had lain before it was now trampled flat by the back and forth passage of men and birds. Whatever secrets it might have revealed had been trampled under his own boots the night before. He shook his head and turned back to Cartier. “Make sure they’re getting through the last of the preparations to move out. I want to leave this place far behind us.”

“Yes, Ser.”

“Is Ser Valerian back yet?” Silvaineaux asked one of the men standing out beside the birds. 

“Not yet, Ser. He and Redding and Bardin went up that way, further into the trees.”

Silvaineaux nodded, shifting his hold on the reins and bringing one hand up to rest on Joyeux’s neck as he turned his own gaze to the treeline. The unease he had felt the night before settled in on him like a heavy cloak and he was grateful that the man watching the birds didn’t try to make any further conversation. Instead the man went back to fussing with the birds and Silvaineaux sat and watched the snow at the edge of the trees. It was not far to the treeline. He could easily see the tracks where they had gone in from where he sat.

Come out. Silvaineaux demanded in his thoughts. Any moment now Valerian would ride out of the trees, Bardin and Redding in tow. He would give his report and they would leave. Silvaineaux would never see the frozen font or the window with its broken saint again and he would be glad of it. 

Something stirred at the edge of the trees.

He had no sooner had time to discern the movement than it took shape. A riderless chocobo burst from the trees, two mounted men hard on its heels. The bird ran toward the rest of the mounts, chirping out the familiar little distress call of a bird in search of something. 

Silvaineaux went still, numb and stiff as a statue inside his armor. Blood dripped down the chocobo’s hind leg. He recognized the little seam where Valerian’s barding had been patched and the fine grey feathers of his familiar bird.  

He gathered his temper like he was tugging in Joyeux’s reins, shoved it down so that when Redding and Bardin’s birds trotted into sight he could meet them with a calm face. “Where is Ser Valerian?” He demanded of them. 

“I don’t know, my Lord.” Redding said. Silvaineaux had never heard the older hyur sound so humble and respectful. “We only fell behind him a moment, my lord, I swear it. Bardin thought he saw something in the snow.”

Silvaineaux turned to look at Bardin. 

Bardin lowered his head. “I thought I saw something… some fabric, a marker. You know I had family out this way before…” He gestured to the snow around them, ever present and stretching on forever. “I only stopped for a moment to look, Captain, I swear it. I said something but Ser Valerian must not have heard me. He rode on. I should have been louder.”

Silvaineaux ‘s fingers shifted on the reins, under him Joyeux stiffened and then danced in response to his tension. “Where is Ser Valerian, then?” He asked, forcing his voice to steadiness, speaking around the tightness of his own set jaw. “There is his bird. Did you notice it coming back without him? Did you look for him?”

“We were looking at what Bardin found. I heard the bird scream somewhere too far off.” Redding said. “And that’s when I realized how far behind him we’d fallen. There might have been shouting but between the snow and the trees and the hills. I’ve not got ears like you, Ser. The bird came tearing back past us and we thought we’d better come with it to tell you what had happened.”

“And have you told me that?” Silvaineaux snapped. “Because it seems to me you do not know what happened.” He took a deep breath. “Redding, with me. Cartier, with me! Laval!Get mounted, that bird is bloodied, we may need a medic. Bardin, you help see to that chocobo. I want everybody ready to move out the moment we come out of the trees.”

A breeze was rising. Silvaineaux could smell the chill of a storm in it as he waited the seemingly endless minutes it took Janvier Laval to tie his saddlebags into place and mount. He kept his hand steady on Joyeux’s reins to remind himself not to run off immediately as he wanted. 

They set off back along the tracks the others had left. In the fresh snow those tracks were easy enough to read, the rapid tracks of the frightened bird and following men gave way to the place where Redding and Bardin had dismounted and wandered around a small clearing. There past them were two sets of tracks. One of a chocobo moving at an easy trot off up the slope through the trees, beside it the tracks of that same bird rushing down the way it had come. Small spatters of crimson stood out stark against the snow at intervals. 

Those little flashes of color kept unpleasantly drawing Silvaineaux’s eye. They reminded him of the saint’s armor in the window. He thought of the saint’s cracked face and Valerian’s empty saddle and he touched his heels to Joyeux’s sides. Then he glanced back to make sure the men were with him. Looking back almost made him miss it, that first anomalous little mark. But as trees and snow flashed back he saw it again, drew on the reins to slow Joyeux enough for a better look.

The track of a boot, not far off the trail Valerian’s mount had made going up. Now that he sought it he could see another set, a different size, and then as they crested a small rise those tracks were all about, along with other clawed markings that were the track of neither man nor bird.  At the top of the small ridge the snow was trampled into a mass of tracks he could not truly hope to decipher but only to guess out. 

There, perhaps, Valerian had come out into the small clearing, paused to look over his shoulder as he realized Redding and Bardin had not followed. And there all around him tracks rushed from the trees and added themselves to a maelstrom of churned and bloodied snow. 

Silvaineaux swallowed and rode forward a little, adding Joyeux’s tracks to the edges of that mess long enough to see the tracks at the other side that went together in a mass down a little draw and deeper into the mountain. Too many tracks for him to reasonably follow with three men at his heels no matter how desperately he might want to. There was not enough blood there for a body. Just perhaps, Valerian still lived. He could gather the rest of the company…

A shadow flickered over the snow. Silvaineaux glanced up, and then touched Joyeux with the spurs. The warbird leapt back in under the shadow of the trees with the others. For a moment there was no sound but their breathing as they watched the shape of the dragon glide over, then wheel in toward the mountain, following in the sky the same line as those tracks. Numerous small shapes shadowed it. Silvaineaux closed his eyes for a moment, thinking of Valerian’s smile and that sturdy presence at his shoulder. 

Then he looked back into the wide eyes of the three men with him who waited for his orders. “Get back to the chapel.” He said, and every word felt like a betrayal. “We ride out. Now.”

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #Silvaineaux #Valerian #Joyeux #Redding #Cartier #Bardin #Laval #backstory stuff #my writings

[auraeseer]

That's what the intermission was for.

#fall river brewing co. #reel refresher #american wheat ale #independent craft #redding #california #hook #line and sippin'

[morningcallsphotography]

Whiskeytown Lake NY -> CA (and back), 2021

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#photographers on tumblr #lensblr #photoblr #nature #travel #travel photography #whiskeytown #whiskeytown lake #redding #california

[360nw]

Sundial Bridge - Redding California - June 2015 The Sundial Bridge at Turtle Bay is a world-famous pedestrian bridge and public art installation that crosses the Sacramento River in Redding and connects the north and south campuses of Turtle Bay Exploration Park.

#original photography #northern california #redding #sundial bridge #nightphotography #night photography #photographers on tumblr

[bandcampsnoop]

4/15/23.

A couple of years ago Numero Group released a compilation of lesser known/unknown bands called "You're Not From Around Here". One of the bands on that compilation was Bailey's Nervous Kats (they were also on the soundtrack to the Netflix show "Wild Wild Country".

Now, Numero Group is giving Bailey's Nervous Kats a full release/reissue. "The Nervous Kats" was a compilation originally released in 1965. Bailey's Nervous Kats formed in the late 1950s and were part of the nascent surf sound made famous primarily by The Ventures.

But, what really wowed me about Bailey's Nervous Kats is the fact that they plied this sound in Redding, California. Redding is nestled off I-5 in Northern California and is generally not known for any music scene. There was a burst of music there and in nearby Chico, California in the 1980s (bands like 28th Day, The Vertels, Harvester, Buick, Case For Radio, and Sidearm all had ties to mostly Redding, but also Chico).

Any fans of surf music, Elvis Presley, and Charlie Megira take not of Bailey's Nervous Kats.

#Bailey's Nervous Kats #Redding #California #Numero Group #Charlie Megira #Elvis Presley #The Ventures #Chico #Wild Wild Country #28th Day #The Vertels #Harvester #Buick #Case For Radio #Sidearm #Bandcamp

[missing-girls-and-women]

Melody St. Clair Turner, 36

Last seen in Redding, California in 2012.

#redding #california #usa #2012 #2010s

[layla-carstairs]

cordelia carstairs

this chart doesn't really describe my feeling towards Cordelia that well but I love her so so much 🫶

#ask game #redding

[catsofcalifornia]

King Bob from ResQ Animal Coalition in Redding, California

Click here for more information about adoption and other ways to help!

Here is King BOB, he is a Highlander Lynx which is a newer breed that does not show up in our breed database, he is not a Manx. King Bob is about 11 month old. He’s not real big yet, But will continue to grow until 2 years old. He is spotted and striped, about 1/2 tail. HE HAS THAT EXOTIC WILD LOOK TO HIM. He is very very affectionate towards humans and absolutely loves water. All medical done. NO MALE CATS IN HOME, HE IS "WILDLY AGGRESSIVE" towards male cats. Gets along well with females. Very reliable litter box trained.

#cats #california #redding #adoption #adoptnotshop

[gameraboy2]

Travel Lodge, Redding, California

#travel lodge #redding #california #vintage #postcard #vintage postcard #motel #hotel

[houserosaire]

Prompt #21: Grave

Outside the little chapel the sun was shining. The fresh blanket of snow glittered and sparkled in its chill light, pristine and unmarked as far as the eye could see. Had it not been for the frigid cold and the looming threat of grey clouds out on the horizon it might have been almost idyllic.

Silvaineaux stomped his feet and gave his arms an experimental little swing, to settle his armor more comfortably in place and to loosen muscles weary from sleeping in it. “We’ll have to move on while the weather holds.” He said. “But I want to know something of where we are first.”

Valerian nodded. “I don’t know the place either. But then everything looks different under so much snow.”

“It does.” Silvaineaux agreed, something tickling uneasily at his thoughts in a way he couldn’t quite place. “We’ll do a little reconnaissance before we move on. You take Redding and Bardin, ride out that way and get the lay of the land. I’ll take a pair of the others the other direction. Don’t go far, just enough to get a look at things.”

Valerian tapped a gauntlet to his breastplate in a crisp salute only marred by the brightness of his grin. “I will do.”

Despite himself, Silvaineaux smiled. “Meet back here in about a bell and we’ll move out.”

“I’ll see you then.”

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Joyeux was far more refreshed by the night than he was, prancing in his barding as if this were a pleasure ride. The men at his sides more closely reflected Silvaineaux’s own mood. They all watched those clouds on the horizon and the clear, cold blue of the sky as much as they watched the snowy ground around them. They did not find a village, though when they looked back from some distance out they could see a pale strip of clearer snow leading up behind the chapel that might once have been a road. Higher along its length a heavy square shape that might have been a country manor loomed under its covering of snow.

There was nothing to be found in that snow, though. The only tracks they saw in their ride that were not their own were a few marks of animal passage. No signs of dragons, or heretics or people. Only a vast, almost lifeless, emptiness. At last Silvaineaux shook his head. “This is far enough. I think I have our heading for the next stretch and there’s nothing to be found here. Ride back to the chapel.”

That uneasy feeling crept over him again as they turned back toward the chapel and he saw just how far it seemed to have fallen away behind them. They made their way back in silence broken only by the jingle of armor and barding and the occasional soft chirps of the birds. As they drew nearer the chapel Silvaineaux could see a few of the men milling around outside it, readying themselves to move. All seemed quiet.

But at his side Cartier drew on the reins. “Ser…”

Silvaineaux pulled Joyeux to a stop to look at him. “What is it?”

“Oh it’s nothing very much, Ser. It’s just... do you suppose there’s a churchyard somewhere around this little chapel? Are we riding over graves without even seeing them?”

Silvaineaux could admit he had not thought about it until that moment. He eyed the little chapel and the way the snow piled up around it, all the way to the bases of the windows and a bit above them in some places. “I suspect so.” He said offering Cartier a small smile. “But with this snow and the way it came… all of Coerthas is something of a grave.” He could not help thinking of the bodies fallen in their flight, unmarked and unremarked, buried only in further layers of snow and frost. He shivered. “I imagine they will understand we mean no disrespect.”

Cartier smiled, though Silvaineaux could see from the look in his eyes that his words had not quite settled his thoughts. “I imagine so.” He said, and started toward the door.

Silvaineaux meanwhile tightened his grip on the reins and looked at the mounded drifts around the chapel, remembering with sudden dread how clear of snow the path to the door had been the night before.

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #Silvaineaux #Valerian #Redding #Bardin #Cartier #Joyeux #Coerthas #backstory stuff #my writings

[auraeseer]

Some St. Paddy's Day brews.

#guinness drought stout #happy little accident #fall river brewing co. #australian style #india pale ale #independent craft #redding #california #amarillo #mosiac #citra

[jasonstiff]

This meteorologist knew 5 weeks ago that TODAY was the day for a haircut before the 50-70 mph wind gusts arrived tonight! I'm tracking 3 big storms for you in my 7-day weather forecast at 4, 5, 6, 10 & 11pm... be safe! . . . . . #California #Chico #Redding #NorCal #rain #wind #snow #flood #flooding #burnscar #debrisflow #winddamage #Wednesday #Thursday #January #winter #weather (at Chico, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnAXMRIv7TW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#california #chico #redding #norcal #rain #wind #snow #flood #flooding #burnscar #debrisflow #winddamage #wednesday #thursday #january #winter #weather