Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go.

Robert Service — The Call of the Wild

Wildflowers of Emerald Lake

Wildflowers_01pyrolia_winter.jpg
pyrolia - wintergreen
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_02pussytoes.jpg
Pussytoes
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_03AlpineLupine.jpg
Alpine Lupine
photographer: Sandra Moore
Wildflowers_04lousewort.jpg
lousewort
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_05RiverBeautyFireweed.jpg
River Beauty Fireweed
photographer: Sandra Moore
Wildflowers_06YellowGroundsel.jpg
Yellow Groundsel
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_07MtnSorrel.jpg
Mountain Sorrel
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_09PurpleMonkshood.jpg
Purple Monkshood
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_11PernassisGrass.jpg
Grass of Pernassis
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_12TallYellowScenecio.jpg
Tall Yellow Scenecio
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_13RedStemWormwood.jpg
Redstem Wormwood
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_14DwarfBirch.jpg
Dwarf Birch
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_15Rosestone.jpg
Rosestone
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_16Crowberry.jpg
Crowberry
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_17WhiteHeather.jpg
White Heather
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_18Scenecio.jpg
Scenecio
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_19Harebelle.jpg
Harebelle
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_20UnidentifiedLichen.jpg
Unidentified Lichen
photographer: Bill Moore
Wildflowers_21AlaskaWillow.jpg
Alaska Willow
photographer: Bill Moore
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