What is it when we keep seeing faces in in the mundane? The Virgin Mary on toast, Hitler on a bath plug? Pareidolia, that's it. So is it just me that sees a dog's head here, made out of a scrap of paper, a stray twig and two bits of dirt. Spotted on the pavement in the next village, I now expect good fortune to follow in its wake. Which in my case will mean the seat being taken out of my trousers by a slavering rottweiler. No, I must be positive. It means that my erstwhile publisher will come back from his lunch of tripe and onions at St. John's in Clerkenwell and say "Ooh, I must ring Peter immediately and commission him to do eight more bestsellers for me".
Halifax, West Yorkshire
3 days ago
11 comments:
Apparently I don't suffer from this condition, I guess that means I am out of luck.
Oh Karin, I'm sure you find faces appearing in your fantastic miniatures. Thankyou very much for commenting, I loved seeing your blog.
Looks like a pug!
Looks like too much Banks's Bitter last night to me.
Barking!
absolutely not the smallest inkling of what you're on about. I've tried with beer and without - all to no avail
Actually, I wish I hadn't done this.
I have a suspicion that beer already featured strongly in this post.
Oh dear. I'd better do something deeply meaningful on a seventeenth century limestone conduit or something. And quickly.
The first time I looked at this I couldn't see a dog at all; today, I saw it right away. But did the good fortune follow for you?
I can't see a dog at all, but the Virgin Mary does appear infrequently on my toast. I've got a little stamp but it only works on white bread and I don't eat white bread. Unlucky!
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