Whitevale in Pickering, is named after an early settler named Trueman White.
I visited it many times in my youth because my grandfather bought his bird seed in this building which was a mill and feed store:
Whitevale has a large parking lot which is used by hikers heading south on the Seaton Trail.
The trail heading north is a little more difficult to find and less well-marked.
Here are some scenes from it:
I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease . . .observing a spear of summer grass. – Walt Whitman
I love old buildings. I love to see beautiful new places. Wonderful pictures of plants, bugs and birds. As your interesting self-portrait demonstrates, we wouldn’t have the shadow without also having the sun. Thanks, Miles!