That old dinosaur skin hiding an eye burning with a young rancor, almost green. One thousand times beaten by the sea… it awaits for you when you’ll come into the dark. Happy weekend.
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Esa vieja piel de dinosaurio escondiendo un ojo encendido por un rencor joven, casi verde. Mil veces golpeado por el mar… está a la espera de cuando vengas en obscuridad. Feliz fin de semana.
I wasn’t sure to post this photograph, I mean, in great part the author is the keen observer that made the graffiti and had the same pareidolia. Of course I composed the image, and made the arrangement of elements… but anyway, in this case greetings and credits to the illegible creator of the graffiti as well.
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No estaba seguro de publicar esta imagen. En cierta manera gran parte del espíritu lo dió el autor del grafiti con la compartida pareidolia. Desde luego yo compuse la image y ordené los elementos en la fotografía… y bueno, saludos y créditos para el ilegible autor también. : )
I was not sure about posting this photograph with the rest of the pareidolia theme. The cactus at the right in the foreground seems to me a hand, but the shape is so similar that I don’t think it’s pareidolia anymore but an analogy.
This sanctuary is old but always seems to be a living creature… sleeping, breathing. Its thoughts flying in the dense sky: prophecies blending with dreams in the mist.
Face in Cotahuasi
In the post about pareidolia certain photographs seemed to don’t have an obvious pattern, and they didn’t in fact. I was tempted to put line guides but I wanted to know what other people saw. As it ended I think I’m going to add an image to explain what I see. Today is about faces, first the image complete and after it its visual explanation.
Profile view of face in the morning, mouth to the left and eyes to the wright
The Mars sphinx, published in the previous post about pareidolia:
Brother of the Mars Sphinx
I see an old face, jaw to the right and eyes to the left, with a crown I highlighted in yellow
The mystery of the sleeping man published in the previous post of pareidolia:
It was harder to spot. Ideally you needed to click to see at full screen
This is closer, hand in his waist to the left and face with beard and crown to the right. his face and body is towards the lens so it’s a portrait of him sleeping.
Head of an ancient watcher
This could go to the History Channel :v
It’s in Sillustani, an old cemetery, it could be sculpted, but it could be natural too, I haven’t seen something similar in the remains of our ancestors so it could be natural.
And last, a serious face with mustache
I see from a worm point of view an old face with angry eyes and a mustache. Can you spot him?
The serious face, a mix a bit of human with a feline I think. It’s a three quarter view from a low point of view
I think it was in Ripley’s believe it or not! TV show that I saw a lady or gentleman that spend hours in a fabric of fried chips, trying to spot faces of famous people. In Peru also there was a man that used to go to a waterfall to hear around hours the sound of the drops against the rocks, he said because there was a message from aliens to him.
I’m not interested in discover faces in random images, I just see it in the moment and if I have a camera I portrait it as something funny, hope you can have a bit of fun ;-)
Toes playing into the sun
“Pareidolia is a psychological phenomenon involving a stimulus (an image or a sound) wherein the mind perceives a familiar pattern of something where none actually exists.” This is the definition in Wikipedia, although I prefer to use my words I think it’s a good principle to start.
In the first image I see toes of a foot buried in the sand of a sunny beach in summer, a bit before the sunset… Can you see something? nop? let’s try some photographs more:
Robotic eyes
Eyes are powerful to me, I think in the object as a sort of robot head seeing me…
I think we all have degrees of pareidolia, usually my classmates (despite studying design) were blind to see any pattern, usually they couldn’t recall their dreams, and the few that could recall them also, like me, could see patterns in the shapes. It’s not a skill of course, it’s just a characteristic. But I know to the most of them it could be an empty post, don’t feel bad if you cannot see anything either: it’s normal.
Do(n’t) smoke
A cigar for the traveler :-)
Of course the less detailed the figure the more probable it’s going to have several interpretations. A book has many versions as it has readers, each one of them reading in a different way and building a different book.
Sleeping man
This could be harder to spot: see in the hill upside, in the right corner of the green vegetation is a man resting seeing to you, with his lips closed, a nose and his two serious eyes closed, if you go to a bit for of the left of the triangle his hand is lying in his waist.
Riddle of the sphinx
The tombs near the feline hill and his/her rocky head seeing the clouds. It’s inevitable to think in the ones that died after being defeated in to resolve the riddle.
A satisfied face
This face in blue should be easy. Nevertheless I noticed that people cannot seen images like these are better in social skills and practical decisions, actually I have zero interest in socializing (I get bored so quick) and mostly it seems I’m daydreaming, distracted seeing patterns…
Giant wing, family of six
It was fantastic to see that giant wing in the clouds behind those flying birds. A kind of platonic archetype.
Fox head
Profile portrait view of a little fox seeing across the leaves of a now extinct forest.
Black Brontosaurus
Desires to touch (published before)
:-) (published before)
Snake’s head
I should create a rock band with the name “Snake’s head” XD
If Mars has its sphinx why not another one close to my home? although this has a broken nose, or perhaps it’s his/her portrait when died:
Mars Sphinx clone face
I received a visit of the dear Captain Howdy in da house, Can you spot him :v?
Mental tricks XD
The light in your eyes says another name and suddenly bright thoughts left transmuted in ashes of a party day of a far yesterday. This night is a navigating pain in the memory of your eyes shining like beautiful moons sculpted in ice. What is this time that ends in nothing?; What is this circle that never closes for?
I don’t want to find out why I care about the light in your eyes.
Perhaps you cannot see it in this size, always you can click it to see the image bigger, but there is the silhouette of a person in the window, in the point of the landscape. Perhaps a human-shadow, perhaps me in the past :P It’s precisely in the centre of that big eye, Can you see it? the circle of the sun would be the pupil, its light the iris and the clouds the eyelashes.
But also could be truth that that person is actually seeing me.
Dreamy echoes in blue.
Qhapaq 