Electric light of the city does look beautiful - when refracted through filthy air.
Tom Thomson
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It was in the autumn of 1915, after Carmichael had married, that I moved into the Shack behind the Studio.
In my early days back in Toronto, I enjoyed the city immensely. I was a bit of a dandy.
The smell of balsam fir is much preferable to coal smoke and raw sewage
I was keenly interested in the work of Van Gogh
There's no place for a sketch outfit when you’re fire ranging.
Lawren Harris said I was a fine companion - direct, straightforward, and naturally at home in the lakes and woods.
I was accused of going to the Dufond Indian Farm whenever I wanted to do the Rain Dance.
1915 Maple Sapling, Algonquin Park #tt1915 
My hair falls in a shock over my forehead
The Pointers 
Understanding of the landscape requires sensitivity to its colours
I wanted to be a sailor or enlist in the Boer War but my father wouldn't let me go.
Fred Varley and I were extremely close chums until Jackson appeared on the scene
I picked up the habit of drinking when I was young
1917 Tea Lake Dam #upclose 2 #tt1917 
I didnt analyze. I worked from my inside feeling and let that govern my work.
Harris said that Camp Borden was rotten hole.
I never truly realized what I had, but others did.
Do not mix the waters of friendship too much.