Dinner at my house is sometimes held up by the demands of creativity. Last evening I walked into the garden and picked fresh bush beans—Royal Burgundy French and Roma Italian. I cleaned them and then stood transfixed by their combination of colors and the interesting arrangement created by tossing them onto a plate. The beans deserved a photo op before going into the steamer. I’m prone to interrupting almost anything I do in this way, so I have lights ready and a small table cleared in my studio, just a hallway away from the kitchen. I can get lost in arranging and re-arranging the overlapping curves of beans and the negative spaces between them. I have to remember what else is on the stove as I click away, but the interruption usually doesn’t last long. By the time the water boiled, I was ready to cook the beans. They were tender and delicious.