Ruined house with Wisteria
When I was a very little kid, this house was still inhabited. There was always a dog, a Dobermann, barking like mad to everybody passing by, from the top right window. I still remember my sister telling me then that Dobermann, when getting old, got their brain growing too big for the size of their skull and their eyes will be squeezed out from the eye sockets. You should be careful what you say to a little imaginative kid, as I still remember now the image I conjured up listening this story, of two streams of bloody paste coming out the dog eyes, like from squeezed toothpaste tubes. Anyway, the ruins are now completely invaded by a gigantic Wisteria. And instead of the head of a barking Dobermann, now an entire tree is coming out the same window.