Your mission, friends, should you decide to accept it, is to figure out what the subject of this photograph is and how it came to be. I did add some art filters and distortion to make it less obvious. Here is the riddle that provides the answer:

For me it was just a typical morn

as the babe from the fiery furnace was born.

The crib was hot and ready for rest,

but where in the world could stand such a test?

Lacking for space, it lay down on a burner

and waited in ambush for me, the wrong turner.

The water was cold, though it wanted to boil,

when the beast with a bang sprang from its coil.

Lucky for me, I was just out of its reach,

but for your future well-being, I thee beseech,

if it is fire you need, and proceed with dispatch,

be more than certain you light the right match.