Someone, somewhere, some time ago surely, said that we’re not supposed to wear white after Labor Day…but it must not matter, certainly doesn’t…somehow can’t possibly…no matter our pedigree or upbringing…it is of no consequence…at all…clearly.
I found these precious Western Pearly Everlastings in a little meadow just off the trail that leads to White Pine Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, a little south and east of Salt Lake City, Utah, USA.
The Western Pearly Everlasting is yet another Wasatch Mountain wildflower, part of the Aster family, formally named “Asteraceae Anaphalis margaritacea,” and it says that we can wear white…whenever…….
If you are a newer visitor to this blog, you might not have seen the earlier posts that I shared on White Pine Lake…and if you have been visiting for a while, you might remember them – White Pine Lake in September, Toward White Pine Lake, and White Pine Lake Reflections. If you’re interested, you can click on each of the highlighted names to be taken back to the other posts, or you can scroll to the bottom of the page and click on the “White Pine Lake” category and find all of them together.
Because I’ve already shared much of what I know about the place and various photos that show you what it looks like getting to the lake, I’ll just share a few additional images that I made a couple of weeks ago. I will also add that each trip to the lake, once each year for the past three, has been a treasure…. I would suggest that there’s some kind of magic up there that infuses the heart with peace and the mind with wonder and amazement…but it’s not really magic…it’s a bit of mountain air and solitude and a mightily concentrated dose of Mother Nature shot straight into your veins………OK, so maybe it is magic, anyway……
I hope you enjoy this batch of Wasatch Mountain wonderfulness.
This is something of a follow-up or companion piece to my recent post, Toward White Pine Lake. These are some of my favorite photos from this particular visit. I hope you’ll enjoy them, too….
And the last one with a human stuck in there for perspective’s sake…don’t know who you are, but thanks for being there….
I don’t remember the sensation or feeling of having been there before, when I was actually there and lakeside, but when I look back at these pictures, I can’t help feeling that I’ve seen this place somewhere in my past. Upon further reflection, though, what comes to mind are images that I remember seeing in my mind’s eye when I read E. Annie Proulx’s, “The Shipping News.” The rocky shorelines of White Pine Lake remind me of what I imagined the coastline of Newfoundland to look like. Anyway…it was a cloudy day and the dark blue-green and steel of the water seem to offer a beautiful complement to the steel and white and gray of the cloudy mountain sky…and vice versa…or something like that.
These photos were taken on the trails to and from White Pine and Red Pine Lakes. Both lakes are situated in canyon areas that extend south of Little Cottonwood Canyon in the Wasatch Mountain Front.