Buckets of Local Colour


One of the things I look forward to each year is revisiting the Conestogo River after the spring torrents have washed its banks. I never know what I’ll find as the waters reshape the river’s boarder revealing new veins of colours (and burying others). Yesterday my son and I were delighted to find a new, wide streak of colour which is the nicest I’ve found yet—bright and pure. Eby Ochre never looked so good!

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