Alright, so there’s a story to this one.
I was at this abandoned motel with my mom, and there were bathtubs in it that were filled with black grimy water, which was rainwater that had come in through the collapsed roof. This one had flowers in it, and they were all alive and real, just floating in there, and it was strange, but the conclusion we came to was that the flowers had fallen from a tree into the bathtub via the big hole in the roof, which didn’t explain why there weren’t dead flowers all over the place, but we didn’t think that part through.
About a year later, I brought this picture into art class, because I wanted to make a collage of it, and my art teacher asked me if I had gotten the picture from her stack. I told her that I had taken it myself, and she seemed suspicious, asking me where I took it and stuff.
Long story short, one of her photography students had been to that same motel and had put the flowers in the bathtub, right before we went there I guess.
This probably isn’t an interesting story and so I’m sorry about that.
But it was the strangest coincidence, added on to the fact that I had been thinking for the past year that the flowers had fallen through the roof and landed conveniently in the bathtub.