No, it’s not AI, nor anything planned. I snapped the pic with my cell phone, the large red Cynthia rhododendron in bloom seen through the living room window. The photo is a couple of springs old. I am still reminded of the John Ashbery poem, “The Picture of Little J.A. in a Prospect of Flowers.” His title he took from Andrew Marvel’s poem, “The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers.” One meaning of prospect might be a view of a landscape. Another is possibility, yet another searching, as in prospecting for gold. Prospect – from Latin, to look, to look forward. To have some, or none. But both Marvel and Ashbery seem more to be looking backward, but to see ahead. My photo looks like a double exposure, but it’s not. The sky seems a strange blue, but that’s probably because it’s mixing with the ceiling, which is a petal white. Center right is a music stand, in front of the guitar chair, the guitar just visible between the lamp and the chair. What’s being reflected is the room in the window through which the blooms are visible. The photo was taken quite close to the window, looking into the window, but from off to the side, and everything is turned around.
The Coming of the Toads 