Palmville Bison: Hiding In Plain Sight

Herd Bull and Cow

I didn't see them when I took this picture, but just to the right of center, the dark rectangular shape in the deciduous trees, the white largest orb is one of the bison's right eye, the faint orb is a glimmer of its left eye as though it's looking at the camera. The dark bison's nose is hidden behind a spruce tree. See the top of its head and the arc of its right horn below which is a light green serious-looking white-eyed bison in the background staring directly at the camera, its nose halved by foreground trees.

Upon closer examination now there appears a third bison, an emerald green-color bovine head shape at maybe a 30-degree angle emanating from the upper left corner. Imagine a triangle, from its right eye about half of the way down from the corner, to its left eye slightly above it a third of the way down in the image, to its left nostril hidden in the lighter shade wetland grasses in the bottom.

Comments

Joe - Wednesday's Child said…

Hiding well. I'm not seeing it.

July 26, 2023 at 3:11 AM

Wannaskawriter said…

Dark tree to right of center from wetland grass to top of image. Its right eye is the large white orb. Its left eye but a glimmer. Its wooly brow line is blue-green; its arced left horn a lighter shade of green. Its lower face and nose hidden by a blue-green spruce tree in the foreground. Peering at the viewer to the right of the dark bison is a light green bison (presumably a cow or young bull) whose face is split by foreground trees its right eye prominent, threatening and its nose flared as if scenting the viewer. See it now?

July 27, 2023 at 10:58 PM

Joe - Wednesday's Child said…

Imaginatively, yes. I can see it now.

July 28, 2023 at 6:33 AM

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