Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917
1916 Sunset Algonquin Park #tt1916 
1916 Autumn Algonquin Park @aeartcentre #tt1916 
1915 Algonquin Park, September #tt1915 @mcacgallery 
1915 Algonquin Park #tt1915 
1914 In Algonquin Park #tt1914 
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.