Many of my forest ranger pals lived in South River. I would visit often as I could.
Tom Thomson
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To paint a good scene you need to recognize the overall design in nature.
1905 Margaret Thomson 
Camp Petawawa in 1915 was filled with interned Austrians and Hungarians, bankers and muscians, mostly.
Don't think you are better because you can praise far-off things and sneer at your neighbour's clumsiness
I was accused of going to the Dufond Indian Farm whenever I wanted to do the Rain Dance.
October 1914, Jackson met up with in the Park. That fall, the colours were their finest.
1917 Cold Spring #tt1917 
Shall I not be real as the things I see?
Civilization is a disease, barbarianism is a restoration of health - Julius Meier-Graefe 1908
I spent many hours standing behind Jackson, puffing my pipe.
Jackson gladly shared with me the finer points of rendering the North of canvas.
1916 Petawawa Gorges #tt1916 
Fred Varley tried to set me up with wife's half-sister. I didn't appreciate that.
Shannon Fraser is no stranger to self-aggrandizement
Jackson had the greater initiative and was as indifferent to material ambition as I was
I was a diligent and talented designer but it was my colleagues who convinced me to become a serious painter.
1917 Northern Lights. #tt1917 
My sense of colour came from my Seattle days where I saw the birth of the coloured images on the printed page