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More visual pareidolia, the tendency to see faces in (snow covered or otherwise) objects. Amazing!
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These are extra-super-good! The first one looks amazingly elephant-like to me. I do wonder, in the second one, how the snow got inside. I bet there’s a good story behind that.
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The last one is a bit unsettling – it kinda looks like a beheaded snowman murder victim… or maybe I just watch too many true-crime videos
My husband took that picture. It’s just a brush pile in our yard after a recent snowfall. 🙂
Good eye to capture that one! Everyone must interpret visual things a little differently, because I didn’t see anything ominous in it – it kind of reminds me of a dog with black patches around its eyes and a lopsided mouth with its tongue hanging out the side. lol
I always think that some of these have been ‘engineered’, but the mountain and the last one haven’t.
Regardless, they are all amusing, especially the elephant.
Love these. We just had 4 inches of snow but I haven’t been outside to find faces nor thought to look until now. 🙂
Oh, these are so incredible and they all made me smile! Thanks for the cheer, Blue! 💙
I loved this!
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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