Fred Varley tried to play matchmaker but I felt unworthy of the match.
Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917
1915 Northern Lights #tt1915 
He was buried first of all near the spot where he was found, but shortly afterwards his body was removed to Leith 
My father did not believe I had the grit to stick things out
I would produce more from uninspired material while my chums were of searching for inspired material.
When Jackson and I were in the Studio Building we took our meals at a bar on Yonge St. or the Busy Bee Resto.
I helped Taylor Statten by hauling sand from Sims Pit to build his cottage chimney on Little Wap Island.
1916 Autumn Woods @aeartcentre #tt1916 
Park Rule: Song birds and nest and eggs of all birds are protected at all times.
Jackson had the greater initiative and was as indifferent to material ambition as I was
There is nothing to celebrate in the sadness, suffering and desolation of War
Jim MacDonald introduced me to Thoreau and Emerson
It was Lismer's readiness to accept and explore new land that made us such good companions.
Two years is quite a slice out of ones life when almost 40!
Sep 22 1916: Temperatures for today, HIGH 64F LOW 47F
It was my interest in advertising that led me to photoengraving.
According to 1916 Saturday Night, MacDonald is the chief offender on throwing paint pots at the Public.
It was in May of 1912 when I first camped in Algonquin.
I burnt much of my work but an impressive amount remains
I had the reputation of being an ornery person on occasion and a womanizer.