What am I doing, crazed and frantic, alone at home on a Saturday night? My friends are all out. Unavailable. I’m having a major breakdown and there’s no one to call. I’m miserable.

Why? I ask myself. And when answers don’t surface I move on to my three questions:

What do I need to feel better?

What is it I really need?

Which one of these will I be able to do something about right now?

At this moment, I can only get as far as the first. I’m starving. Food will make me feel better.

That’s how I end up in Wegmans.

Who dares to go to Wegmans hungry? Everyone knows this is dangerous. Unless you bring your camera and head straight for the fresh produce aisles.

Two hours and 98 photographs later it is after 9pm and I’ve stalked through most of the store. By this time Wegmans’ sub shop and Chinese buffet have closed down. The Julie Jordan salad booth is empty. Grabbing a sushi take-out, I finally check out and find my car. On the drive home, I leave the radio and the audio book off. I want to get back in touch with whatever it was that brought me to Wegmans on this Saturday night when I should be out anywhere else having fun with my friends.

But now, except for still being hungry, I feel pretty good. And all I can think about is going to Kyle Thompson’s website to see his photographs gone viral. And how I will photo-shop myself in Wegmans, drowning in the sweet potatoes.