Along the lines of the "What the Where.." thread

[iamtheblues]

That makes me a very observer. You can usually find faces that aren't meant to be faces it this type of thing. Outside my study window is a scene not too dissimilar to this, no stream, or a chap on horseback, but sparse vegetation, large rocks, an old ruined farmhouse, or finca, of which there are hundreds of thousands in rural Spain and a dozen or so trees with the foothills of a mountain behind. When I gaze into space searching for the inspiration which so rarely comes, I see a face occasionally form in the scenery. Sometimes it's the local goatherd, but often they are quite imaginary.
If I look away and back to the monitor and then back out the window again, I can never find what my mind's eye saw. It's a bit like spotting animals, faces or ufo's in the clouds.
EDIT: WARNING - SPOILER IN MY NEXT POST BELOW.
Saludos,
Bob.