I was more than an aging farmboy - pulling eggs from chickens I've never seen
Tom Thomson
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MacDonald liked to write poetry, then tear it up.
1916 Islands, Canoe Lake #upclose No 4. #tt1917 
1916 White Birches Round Lake #tt1914 
Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?
Man is many things, but he is not rational
Jackson and I were so poor that we could only afford the occasional film at the cinema.
you get your blankets wet and if you spread them out to dry it is sure to rain again.
I can never keep straight who is fighting whom overseas
English art is a generation behind. Canadian art, a century.
My father wanted to get his money's worth from me. I had to stay on the farm until I was twenty-one.
The typical Canadian is materialistic and conventional.
Every man passes his life in search for friendship.
The remedy for overly-civilized men is a camping vacation.
In a large gathering I have nothing to say, but in the company of friends I am a different man
Catching the Saturday morning training.
1916 Sunset Canoe Lake #tt1916 - hi res 
I conducted my life in an unconventional manner, viewed as unseemly by others.
Mysterious Fates of Tom: Natural Causes? #ttfate8 #ttclue 
Tom Thomson's Last Spring
Mysterious Fates of Tom
July 8, 1917 Dear followers, I am last seen on July 8, 1917. How I met my fate has never been conclusively resolved. Nor is it settled on where my...
My father wanted to get his money's worth from me. I had to stay on the farm until I was twenty-one.