Believe it or not this is a real place. I swear it looked just like this! Or at least it's how I remember it; an instantaneous view out the window as the train wove through the mountains of southern Austria on the way to Croatia. Every so often a certain view captivates me for reasons I cannot understand. Something about the colors or the composition or the dialog of elements just speaks to me. This is why I love having an esthetic sensibility; it's a kind of body intelligence that has nothing to do with intellect. It can pick up on the quality of the world in a moment, leaving my conscious brain mystified.