One of my favorite pictures is the one Jeff took of me sitting atop a large boulder in the sand on a beach not far from Cannon Beach in Oregon. I’ve shown it to you numerous times over the years.
The other day when Jeff and Jennifer were walking that beach they discovered that the segments of the rock have tumbled onto the beach, victim, we suppose, of high tides eroding the sand below it.
These large boulders are impressive, but nothing like they were stacked in the specific way that made them stand out from all the rest of the outcroppings along the beach. Makes me think of words, each good alone, but at their best when a writer figures out how to put them together to achieve the greatest effect.