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 P areidolia Run Amuck Now is this an old bald guy with a fluffy white horseshoe crown of hair, a mustache and a serious expression, or what? I'm watching You . This fellow looms somewhere on the periphery of the Orion Nebula. He wasn't involved in early man's conjuring of heavenly hosts (or guests), because it takes a Hubble class telescope to see it. Then it takes a good case of P areidolia (seeing faces in clouds, snowbanks, rocks*, piles of poop, etc.) I am thusly infected.  Would you call me a pareidoliac? [Or might it be apophenia ???] I haven't quite captured how this face looks to me.  But, hey, I'm a pareidoliac, not an artist. I'm getting a new portrait artist! * Rock Face

 ...a Fierce Frown and Huge Rock Paws & Claws Good thing for you I'm locked in stone. On his back, glaring up from a sweeping bend in the Rio Chubut in the Province of Chubut in central Argentina, this guy looks quite unhappy.  Note his cat ears, his mono-nostril and his formidable claws. He was about 2500 feet tall when he fell back into the molten lava half a million years ago.  Only his glowing eyes did not petrify. OK, I have a bad case of  face pareidolia, and I can't help blogging about what I see: Monster in the PVC Tough Guy with Cigar Eye in the desert Small Head; Big Beard Holy Bird! Pix credit - Google Maps/Satellite "Chubut" pronounced chew-boot, NOT chew butt!