I didn't notice it for quite a while.
I was focused on processing the print, on duplicating layers to add sharpness and glow. My mind was on the colors and on the use of textures.
When I finished all the technical work, my brain tried to wrap itself around a title for the print. The clouds are so dark and turbulent compared to that bright patch of blue sky. The blue sky reminded me of a metaphor for hope, and I had initially contemplated an appropriately matching title. I even saved the image with that title.
Then, I saw it. I wanted to unsee it instantly, but my brain had already latched onto the image. In some circles, it's called "matrixing," where your brain tries to make sense of a random pattern. "Matrixing" explains why people see ghosts in photographs where all there is are random tree branches and a barn owl.
Anyway, no ghosts here, I'm afraid. That would have been too much to hope for.
Nope. I've got a big, ol' buck-toothed grin.
See it? Look again. Those perfectly positioned white clouds at the peak of that bright blue sky.
Even heaven has a sense of humor.