When I loaded this image up onto my Mac, and looked at it, I jumped.
I was taking a photo of the seeds hanging from the tree, but when I looked at it now I could see a skinny dark figure watching me.
The figure looked cloaked and hooded to me and had seemed to step right into my field of vision, even though I had not seen him when I was taking the photograph.
What was this?
Was it a spirit or ghost of some kind? Out in broad daylight? What was it doing there watching me? Was it watching with good will, or evil intent?
I shuddered.
Then I looked again and saw the out of focus foreground twig which must have been sticking up in front of my lens.
But when I look again, the first thing I see, every time, is the dark, shadowy figure.
We bring our active imaginations into our every day perceptions. It happens automatically. Then, when we pause, stand back, and look again, everything changes.
Doesn’t it?
Heroes Not Zombies 
I quite like the sinister figure wearing a hood, with their hands resolutely jammed in their pockets!