I see faces in everything.
In the grains of a wooden table
In the markings on stone wall
In tiles on my bathroom floor
I even see a face in the shadows of a crumpled towel strewn on the floor.
I take a picture of cabinet doors and see a face.
Okay, I forced these:
But here’s the real question.
Why can’t I, for once, see a kangaroo smoking a cigar
or a flower growing out of a lima bean
or a mouse eating a shrimp?
I guess I’m not that creative.
(But, at least I don’t see dead people!)
🙂 🙂 🙂