There’s something about suitcases seen end-on, but angled, and from a slight distance.
I had thought it might be limited to hotel rooms, but it turns out it applies to hospital rooms as well. Or as ill, maybe. Anyway, as we waited for the paperwork that would spring the Big Guy from the Heart Institute, I noticed this rather pouty little guy. A bit blue, maybe, in more ways than one.
He also reminds me of a piece of wall art that my parents brought back from Mexico a few decades ago: a Mayan calendar in green stone, I think, with a distorted face at the centre. A frog? A sun god? Dunno. But he looked a bit like this fellow.
It does seem that suitcases provide plenty of pareidolia (pareidoliae?) in the handles and attachments.
Glad to hear that you have sprung/are springing the Big Guy!
Marion – Those plurals are tricky, aren’t they? A few weeks ago I learned that the plural of embolism is emboli (mind you, when I check that online, it says emboli is the plural of embolus, and that makes sense from Latin). As for springing the Big Guy, yes, it’s a great thing.
So good to hear the “Big Guy” is getting to go home. 😀
Barbara – Absolutely. Hospital is a good place to be when you must be there, and a good place to see the back of when you have any other option at all.