nice imagery, 'Phyte. Thank you. Don't know what they call those piles of rocks in Canada, here it's just a pile of rocks:-) (In fact, I don't recall seeing any piled up for that purpose.) UNLESS they are piled high on top of a small hill in the middle of a wide and lonesome prairie. Then they are called Sheepherder's Gods. We used to love spotting them when children. Never really had them explained, as sheepherder was a dirty word in our house, but the impression I got was they usually smacked of some sort of papacy, which was also anathema, and while fun to point, they were also greeted with some derision of contempt. False altar and all that. I think some of the contemp may have come from the vulnerablity they represented....prime targets for the magnificent lightening and thunderstorms which abound here in some seasons.

kat