I’ve just returned from camping a little north of Algonquin Park! I especially love this region of Ontario—it feels like I’m remembering a part of myself when I’m there—and both the kids and I really enjoyed our time together.

Along my route, I revisited the Porte de l’Enfer (Hell’s Gate). This is actually the first place I ever visited in an attempt to create pigment colour from the earth. Although this was a calmer season than that initial visit, and I was more experienced, my stop there was even more powerful.
Ancient sacred places like this cave speak in very different ways—ways that I don’t think I’m well attuned to. At first I sat at the mouth of the cave and tried to picture the people over many millennia that had come and taken a little red earth for pigment. It was fun to imagine. But—and it’s funny to write this—there’s something … else … in that place too; not something malevolent, but not tame either. Something still sacred, but wild as well.

But, before I left the Porte de l’Enfer, I did pick up a couple of rocks from outside the mouth of the cave, which I think might make some interesting colours. In doing so, I had the recurring thought that I should have brought something to leave in exchange, but I was unprepared for this thought on this trip. I felt this reaction deeply and it has given me a lot to think about in how I intend to approach the places from which I take bits of colour. Instead of just coming to take I would like to trade with the earth—but what can I bring?
Now that I’m back home, I have a lot to unpack from our trip … Local-colours (and perhaps a few more thoughts) to follow …
