I am taking April off from Disperser Tracks, from reading blogs, from Facebook, from Twitter, and from the Internet in general. I plan to return (virtually) live on May 1st.
Meanwhile, I scheduled a few posts (like this one) to go live during April . . . like a blog heartbeat of sorts.
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Pareidolia: a psychological phenomenon involving a vague and random stimulus (often an image or sound) being perceived as significant. Common examples include seeing images of animals or faces in clouds, the man in the moon or the Moon rabbit.
Trunks and branches offer lots of examples of pareidolia. For instance, this next photo was a branch of our Umbrella Tree next to our pool, in Michigan.
I used to call this Dragon Branch. Occasionally, sunlight would filter through the leaves and leave a bright spot on the circular feature that looks like a giant eye, reinforcing the impression of an eye.
Here’s a different treatment:
This next shot is from an area in Colorado Springs called the University Park Green Space. The photo itself was taken during one of our first walks after we moved to Colorado.
This looks, to me, as a young dragon warrior frozen in place, turned to wood by some evil human magician, the ravages of time taking a toll on its limbs.
Sometimes it’s not just faces, although faces are a part of it, but whole entities, as in Ents . . . get it? Entities . . . nevermind.
In the above case, an Ent running (something no one has ever seen unless in the vicinity of a tower).
Some trunks or, in this case, roots, offer up a lot of possibilities.
I’ll leave the reader to find the tortured visage on the main vertical trunk, the horse-like feature, fantastical creatures with horrible and deadly-looking teeth (click on the photo for a larger version). I’ll only showcase what looks like some type of pissed-off feline at the bottom of the piece.
And no wonder . . . it looks like it lost one eye.
Reptiles are a common feature downed tree limbs . . . well, not all tree limbs, but . . .
Even ghosts take up residence in dead wood . . . or, as in this next case, what might be a ghost fish.
Sometimes dead plants tell a story, as in the case of these dead clematis flowers.
What do you see in this tangled Cthulhu-like mess?
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