Through a spiritual lens April 18, 2011 ISSUE

Yellowstone morning

Maurice Wildin

Last September, I camped on the shore of the West Thumb of Yellowstone Lake in Wyoming—the largest body of water at high elevation in North America. I awoke shortly before sunrise, dressed quickly, grabbed my camera, and went to the edge of the trees lining the shore. I was greeted by this scene: a glorious sunrise over a glassy lake. There was no wind in the trees. No lapping waves.

I loved the soft wings of the cirrus clouds hovering over and reflected in the lake; the lone pine sentinel on the sand bar; and the promise of another beautiful day in God’s company.

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