I don't know if this has ever happened to you, but sometimes I'll look at a painting and it will evoke some distant childhood sense memory that triggers all kinds of feelings. Like, really specific time, place, day, company. The weird thing is, the painting's subject matter will have absolutely nothing to do with the memory. Such is the case with the painting above. It totally brought me back to picking blackberries with my Great Grandmother when I was five at Stinson Beach. No blackberries in the painting, no birdhouse in my memory. Weird. link.