1914 In Algonquin Park #tt1914 
Tom Thomson
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1912 Dawn in Algonquin Park 
There are advantages to remaining free, especially as an artist with little to no earnings.
I am not proud of my painting but am cocky about my fishing.
Pumphouse #upclose 
Of the creatures that alter the landscape in the North, beavers run a far second to our fellow man.
Good art is understood with the mind's eye
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In 1901 I went to Seattle and was a lift-boy in a hotel.
It's thunder that scares the hell out of you, but it's the lightning that kills
Roll up your blanket, go into the bush, and when you return, wreak your soul on a canvas.
In 1916 we would make fire towers of tall pines on the hill. We build ladder-steps into the tops of the trees.
I had the reputation of being an ornery person on occasion and a womanizer.
Fred Varley tried to play matchmaker but I felt unworthy of the match.
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.