© irene waters 2016
Faces can be seen in many places
A blurry shadow in the depths
Can trigger the imagination
© irene waters 2016
Or sometimes its a wisp of hair
© irene waters 2016
or supine giants reposing,
Nose in the air, mouth part open.
© irene waters 2016
Two eyes a nose and a mouth with crewcut thatch for hair
for this you need a little imagination.
© irene waters 2016
But in these orchids,
the face pops out
A ballet dancer or perhaps the devil reincarnated
© irene waters 2016
No need for drink to stir the sight
except perhaps to see Bacchus wink.
In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Haha! The dessert! I can totally see the face, the nose, the hair. That’s hilarious. And I love the green man at the bar. 😀
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You captured some really interesting ones, Irene. As a child, I marveled at the faces I could see in pansies and, of course, faces in clouds. 🙂
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Thanks Olga. Clouds are a good one but today I couldn’t find a single one. 🙂
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I’ve never photographed a cloud with a distinct face, but I’ve seen many.
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Nice 😃 😃 and really appreciate
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Thank you. Will look forward to seeing you again. Cheeers Irene 🙂
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Hi Irene, this post is fabulous, but a week too early 😀
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Haha. Your Wednesday must come before Tues or I have lost the plot. I realised that when I went on to link up and found your post was a different subject. I will link this next week and have done another. Glad you liked it though. 🙂
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You have a good eye, Irene. I’ll always remember playing with my grandson, about 3 months old, and lying on a blanket that had tiny and very simple smiling faces printed on it. He gooed and smiled and talked to those faces for about 20 minutes non stop. Although I know infants recognize their parents’ faces and smells and voices, I didn’t know a baby that young would be able to recognize a human face so small and so abstract. He was so delighted with his new friend and I was so enchanted watching him. I guess we humans seek human faces wherever we are.
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Sharon I just love this story. What a wonderful memory. I’ve always thought of humans as being herd animals and perhaps your grandson was just doing what we all do only his had an innocence most of us have lost. Beautiful.
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