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!)

🙂 🙂 🙂