Readers of this blog may find it hard to believe, but I don’t go around looking for faces. They just jump out at me.
When you have pareidolia, like I do, you can’t always help seeing faces in places they’re not supposed to be. And, often, once I see a face, I can’t unsee it.
That’s what happened when my neighbour put up a wooden manger scene on her lawn last holiday season.
Maybe it’s because my brain was still in Halloween-mode, or maybe it’s because at first, I couldn’t make out what the shape actually was – all I could see was a hungry monster sneaking up on a poor unsuspecting shepherd.
And now that’s all you’ll be able to see, too!
(P.S. In case you’re now having trouble figuring out what the “monster” is: it’s two palm trees and some bushes.)
(de)Face It 