The most beautiful thing I know, is the concept of a god that loves, listens and absolves my sin. Surely a god that offers hope is man's most beautiful creation — because I want to believe it's real...
Showing posts with label Pareidolia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pareidolia. Show all posts
Psychosis
Can you see a face in my photo of the moon? They say don't pull a face or it can stay that way when the wind changes — they should say the same about marijuana, for some developing minds scar with ongoing psychosis.
Faces in the fall
Perhaps a corroboree? Crime scene? Or cloudy sky with stars at night? I see faces, figures and footprints dancing — raging flames and fireworks, or flocks of birds in flight. When autumn leaves are falling, a breeze through plane trees paints the path with stencil-stains from leaves alight. Sleeves of gold, vermilion, crimson, brown — until life fades in winter's blight.
Robertsons Point
I stumbled across this giant sandstone sea eagle standing over the water – I assume this was formed by erosion but it looks so realistic, could someone have carved it? According to Copilot's logic: the shape is due to natural weathering and the "bird beak" will erode within a century. Photo taken Robertsons Point, Cremorne, looking west toward the Sydney Harbour Bridge, Sat 25 July 2026, 1.30pm – the winter sun was hot but the shade and breeze were cold – Life's little treasures.