I live by a friend, when I visit home, Trieste.

She has a terrasse looking open on the altopiano:

part of the city is there, the university, and lots of green.

Circa in the middle lies a nun monastery,

and to the right an old Venetian style ruin,

that I loved, and visited many times when I was young.

A little further down, a small very yellow house, screaming in the green.

This small house has a “speciality”.

It disappears sometimes, completely, and totally.

No trace of it, whatsoever…

I have had other persons look,

it was gone!

But, sorry to say, it is not the magic it  appears to be.

Light does the trick.

The house disappears in shadow,

at some point of the morning,

but only on some days.

“Banal”, “magic”?

I would say both…

Something

one cannot guess, neither control.

Interesting?

Maybe, maybe not…

“Everything is relative”… Yes, yes!

Maybe “strange”,

like this Face

in the Smoke.

🙂