In yesterday's photo, I thought I saw a dude in the background. Here's that picture:
Right up there at the 11:00 o'clock position, it looks to me like a man wearing a dark suit with a blue collar and a plaid vest or tie. Just a torso, no legs. You know how the eyes try to make sense of random patterns, and see faces and objects that aren't really there. I asked The Pony if he saw anything strange in the picture, and he said, "Nope."
This morning as we left for school, I told him that it looked to me like there was a man's face and body-top in the Stockings' picture. "I know that's where the dangly thing that my grandma gave us hangs, but to me, it looked like half a man, with a face and suit."
"Well, it's no wonder you saw a face. That hanging thing has a big face on it. The sun." We locked up the door and rounded the corner of the porch.
"It's not there! The hanging thing is not there! I guess the winds blew it down yesterday. They were 60 miles an hour, you know. I'm surprised our power didn't go out." I looked over the side of the rail. Aha! There it was, in the goldfish pond that just thawed, in the soggy leaves that had swirled from the woods behind the Mansion.
It's upside down here, but this is what used to dangle where I saw my imaginary man. He doesn't quite look the same now.