I was walking in Bryce Canyon last summer, and for a brief moment, I thought I could see faces in the rocks. Even stranger, these faces seemed somehow familiar to me. Perhaps it was the elevation, the rarified air, simple fatigue, or a combination of all the above.
I managed to snap a photo. Then I blinked, and the faces were gone. Yet, to this day, when I look at the photo, I can still see these familiar faces.