A few weeks ago, I was in Mexico to see the Madame CJ Walker exhibit in Tijuana. While coming back into the US, I was waiting in line, in my car, taking photos of the vendors and situations. I took a photo of this man, walking by, carrying scarves, a basket, and rugs.
The photo developed, and everything was there except his head, hands, and body. Only what we was wearing, and carrying.
With no explanation. And we never saw him again. TRUE.