Seventy-two million years before the present, give or take a few, but not too many, igneous intrusions began welling up beneath what is now the east central region of the Colorado Plateau. The floor of the upwellings was fairly level and the upper portion was domed: a lacolith in geological terms. Eventually the overburdens of sandstone eroded away, as did large areas of the upwelling itself, until what remained seemed to resemble a reclining profile of a male First Peoples with his hands clasped over his chest in slumber. Stories gave him a name, the Sleeping Ute, since those were the people who lived there when the first Europeans arrived. And thus he remains, now part of the Ute Mountain Ute Reservation. On our way to Moab last year we encountered the Sleeping Ute under a sky full of turmoil and storm, and his quiet repose seemed to lie in stark contrast to the heavens above him. It was an opportunity not to be missed. A focal length of 45mm – quite normal – gave me the angle-of-view and magnification I wanted. An aperture of f/22 and a shutter speed of 1/30th second at ISO 100 gave me a slightly darker-than-medium overall exposure and it was fast enough to freeze some of the motion in the roiling clouds. Napping through a storm seems quite natural for some.