When we were kids, the family took turns saying grace before the evening meal. Sometimes my youngest sister would pray in “Rocks and Trees” mode, where she’d start off thanking God for the food that was prepared for us, mom for preparing it for us, all of the other things in her daily life she was thankful for, leading on and on until she eventually thanked God for the rocks and trees. At that point we knew the prayer would finally be wrapping up and we could start on our dinner.
Places like Smith Rock remind me she was on to something. I liked the way the evening light left some of the trees in dark shadow, the shape of the rock wall stone mimicry of the living trees below.





