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.
I should mention, I am not monitoring comments. I will eventually read them in May, but if anyone has a question, the best bet is to send me an e-mail.
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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.
Rocks are another good sources of patterns-seeking brains . . . we see all sorts of things in them, but of course faces take precedence. We human have developed a very acute sense of recognition of friends, enemies, family, strangers.
We don’t recognize strangers, of course, but we can read expressions to help us decide if they are a threat or not. This actually is used against us by any number of politicians who have learned how to present themselves as trustworthy and invested in our well-being. Trickery!
I’m not sure who learned it from whom, but religious leaders and politicians use the same tactics to gain our trust so they can screw us; sometimes, literally.
Anyway, back to faces (and figures) in rocks . . .
If you have the facility for it, and you should, the rock in the foreground (closest to the camera) might appear as the profile of a face. You can see the nose, a strong chin, and the open mouth; open to yell at the other rock face (easier to identify as such).
A stoic individual, that be, with a strong brow, patrician nose, and either a huge chin or no chin, depending where you stop looking.
This next photo shows a rock-face with one eye closed and the other possibly coming out of its socket.
Actually, it looks as if it’s stuffing something into its rock-mouth.
And, look! Near the right edge, about half-way up, there is the visage of an otter (maybe a beaver) looking back at us.
Yes, animals are also easily recognizable . . . or are they?
Take this next example:
To me, that looks like a lion’s face and mane.
Nope! They say it’s a sheep. Idio. . . er . . . poor mistaken myopic people; they know not of what they speak.
This next one to me looks like a buffalo outline . . .
. . . but apparently it’s something else to many. No, wait . . . someone else sees it as I do.
Sometimes, the face is rather obvious . . .
. . . while other times one has to really crank up the imagination to see things. Much like cloud gazing, once one sees it, you can’t un-see it . . . except that rocks change much, much slower.
Do you see the alien with the big head, one arm in front, along its body, and large multi-toed hoof-like feet? Here:
OK, it’s a stretch.
Here’s one that might be a tad easier:
See it? Here’s a closer look.
It’s a profile, as they often are, and it don’t look happy.
OK, here’s a few more . . .
Yoda in the winter (the eyes are covered by snow but trust me, it’s there – even though there is a smaller face right under the snow). . .
Here’s a different view . . .
. . . and a newt (or maybe a pair of rock-snakes) . . .
. . . an elephant . . .
. . . a sleeping giant . . .
. . . and a Mangalorian profile:
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