A soft breeze whispers through the Palouse wheatlands of Washington state. It is joined by the lullaby of a songbird perched in a tree at this abandoned farm. As I listen I think of a passage from the Gospel from Matthew, how a sparrow can’t fall to the ground without God knowing it. I believe Jesus sees the bird, and me standing near the scraggly tree with my film gear. The concert lasts a couple minutes. I won’t forget it.