Sylvia Plachy, a photographer whom I admire, says that great photographs have ghosts in them; fleeting actions, blurs, ethereal shadows, rays of light that sometimes appear in photographs without our intentions that bring a presence and mystery to what otherwise may have been merely a good image.
In an online photography forum that I frequent, a member tossed out this question.
Asked:
Has anyone here missed something in composing a shot only to process the film, produce a print then realize an uncanny resemblance to a ghostly figure? Or religious icon?
…and answered:
No apparitions, but in 2004, I got a pair of animal crackers stuck together at the buttocks; appropriately, one was an elephant, and one was a donkey. I should have put it up on EBay.