I’m not one to photograph the food I eat, though I know for some it has become second nature, what passes for a blessing in this secular age. And isn’t there a similarity, after all?

When we photograph, we pay attention. We study the subject, frame it, seek the best angle. And isn’t this a type of gratitude, an attentiveness that elevates the meal from just a quick downing of protein and carbohydrates into a ritual?

Maybe this takes it a bit too far. But picturing our food means we preserve it, means that long after I’ve eaten and digested these greens, they live on in memory.