meant to be ideal and suggestive only

A dear friend of mine gave me a book over the Christmas holidays, Everything I Ate: A Year in the Life of my Mouth by Tucker Shaw. In this odd little book, there are pictures of, well, you probably guessed it, everything Tucker ate.

I enjoyed going through his food diary, especially the slightly voyeuristic feeling it gave me.

Tucker likes cold cereal. And he likes it really late at night. Also, what is it with ketchup-flavored potato chips? If I hadn't seen the picture, I would have thought he was pulling my leg.

The book inspired me. No, I'm not going to photograph everything I eat this year because I don't want anyone, including my own husband, to be that close and personal with my digestive tract. Instead, I've decided to record daily gratitudes during 2006. Yeah, I know, I tried to do that last year too. But this time, my gratitudes will be as photographs. And who knows, taking a gratitude accounting has been known to ease the blues... perhaps it will work magic on more than just me.