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