The orb photos from Shrine of St. Thérèse were as unpretentious as the shrine itself. Such is the nature of spirit: its greatest gifts are not always obvious. The small beach-stone chapel hid within a thick rain forest enclave on a little island, nearly invisible to the casual passerby. But few people passed by here, on the outskirts of Juneau. We were probably the only non-Juneaites within 30 miles on this, the final day of the Alaskan tourist season. Despite the deeply mystical air of this lovely garden paradise, thoughts of orbs were not on my mind.