Highway to Heaven

D53439D1-B279-4A3A-A765-9A41E7FD2915The high priest stood at the podium in front of his adoring audience of faithful followers in the large auditorium. He held his hands high above his head and said in a booming voice, “The historic and glorious saga of our species is about to come to an end. God is speaking to us. He’s testing us. He’s flooding our lands, creating massive storms, spreading devastating fires, and causing the earth to shake beneath us and swallow us up.”

The parishioners sat in quiet awe, collectively nodding their heads in agreement, a few scattered “amens” being spoken.

The priest continued his lofty speech. “You are at a crossroad and it’s time for each of you to choose your path. Do you stay behind and face the wrath of our Lord and maker for your sinful ways? Or do you escape this wicked, material world for an eternity in His presence?”

You could hear a pin drop as the people in the audience awaited the priest’s next words. They didn’t have to wait too long. “Leave behind all of your worldly goods, give up your material possessions. Get in your vehicles for the very last time, as you won’t need them where we are going. Follow me as I lead you on our journey to eternal paradise. Join me on the Highway to Heaven.

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: sound-dream @ tumblr.

Aldo for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (priest), Your Daily Word Prompt (saga), Word of the Day Challenge (quiet), Ragtag Daily Prompt (lofty), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (escape).

Weekly Prompts Photo Challenge

Let’s get one thing straight. I am not a photographer. The only camera I own is the one on my iPhone, which is what I use to take pictures. All things considered, the pictures are not bad. But I hesitate to call them “photographs,” because those are things that photographers — both professional and amateur — would take. Mine are merely snapshots.

That said, I do have an app on my iPhone called Prisma. Prisma is a “photo editor that creates amazing photo effects transforming your photos into works of art.” Just for grins, I will occasionally take my snapshots and apply some of the Prisma filters to edit the pictures and to apply special effects.

Here’s a picture I took of our dog. 63EDD786-09F6-4689-A0F8-10FF2E60374EAnd below are a handful of that same picture where I applied some of the Prisma filters.BFB4353E-D083-44A8-9E9A-79562AA4FF0DD127A0FC-3CCC-4680-A763-2C658A23FFF7A7D9AE28-78E6-4190-944A-F9F5D4E314601398623D-62D2-4E94-B4DE-64F0C7C6E2FDSo, what do you think?

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Weekly Prompts with the word “edit.”

MLMM Photo Challenge — My Fair Lady

7393BB13-A8BD-475D-A7C2-71379A941947The good folks at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie have presented us with this photo by Malina Rose as this week’s Photo Challenge. How could I look at that photo and not start singing “On the Street Where You Live,” the song by songwriters Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe from the Broadway Musical, “My Fair Lady”?

You know the lyrics to that song, right?

I have often walked down the street before
But the pavement always
Stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I
Several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. It’s a couple in the photo, not a just a man. And they’re only several feet above the surface, not several stories high. Don’t get hung up on the details, folks.

Imagine that the song is a duet sung by a hip, young couple who are on their way to her place for, I don’t know, a little afternoon delight, perhaps. He’s following her fast pace and suddenly he realizes that they’re on her block. He’s so thrilled that he starts singing, “All at once am I several stories high, knowing I’m on the street where you live.”

She hears him, turns around, her excitement as intense as his. Soaring, she floats over to him, throws her arms around his neck, plants a passionate kiss on his mouth, and then sings, “People stop and stare, they don’t bother me, for there’s no where else on earth that I would rather be.”

It just doesn’t get any more romantic than that, does it?

Okay, now sing along with me.

Weekly Prompts — No Butts About It

8C102CFB-0753-4734-8992-AD636B9F1866I have to admit that the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt for today’s Weekly Prompts Photo Challenge was not a car accident where someone runs into the rear end of your car. And it was also not of raising (rearing) kids.

At the risk of appearing to be sexist or of objectifying women, I will confess that the first thought that occurred to me when I saw that the prompt was the word “rear” was a woman’s butt.

Because this is a Photo Challenge, I looked through my entire photo library and discovered that I don’t possess a single photo that focuses on that particular part of the female anatomy. Well, the human female anatomy that is. I found one picture prominently featuring my dog’s rear end and another showing off my cat’s butt. But nobody wants to see pictures of their butts. Thus, I had to spend hours on Google and on various photo sharing sites examining pictures of women’s butts. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

I wanted to find one that wasn’t obscene or even too risque. One that, given the focus of the query, was in good taste. Ultimately, I found and settled upon a photo by Ryan Moreno at unsplash.com.

So what you see at the top of this post is Ryan’s photo of a woman’s rear end snugly tucked into a pair of tight Levi’s jeans. I hope you enjoy seeing his picture and reading this post as much as I did researching and writing it.

Disappearing Act

A82EA8C0-B971-43E7-B781-027DB8F1D192“Follow me,” Margaret said. “I’ve got something I need to show you. You won’t believe your own eyes!” And with that, Margaret stepped up to the stucco-covered wall, put her hand out to touch it, and stepped into and through the wall. And then she was gone.

Becky stared at the now empty wall, her mouth agape. She slowly walked over to the wall and very tentatively touched its rough surface. She put her hand where Margaret had put her hand just moments before, but nothing happened.

Margaret was right. Becky couldn’t believe her own eyes.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: bookbadaboom/Pikabu.