I stripped my life down to its bare essential.
Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917
I spent many hours standing behind Jackson, puffing my pipe.
Odd name for a kitchen cookstove 
Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?
Looks to be an overcast day today. Slightly above freezing.
My room @mowatlodge sketched on a board 
Mar 24, 1917 TORONTO GLOBE: BIG BATTLE DEVELOPS ON WIDE FRONT. ALLIES SMASH FORWARD IN FRANCE WINNING FROM A STUBBORN ENEMY.
The longer I look at a scene the more it reveals
I am tempted to stop in Huntsville to visit @WinnieTrainor but I'll miss my connection at Scotia Junction
Leaving for Algonquin on the Grand Trunk Railway 
My rucksack contains my sketchbox and paints, my rolled-up blankets, and my canvas dunnage bag. 
No man is born an Artist, so no man is born an Angler. Izaak Walton
I thought of putting in my application for a Park Rangers job and went down to Headquarters with that idea.
A long canoe trip in Algonquin Park goes a long way to solving all your troubles.
Princess Patricia will be in my billfold from this day onward. 
March 16, 1917 Toronto World - I think the Czar is finished, truly finished 
The world is falling apart. PM @bobbyborden in England meeting with Imperial War Cabinet. Conscription unavoidable.
Paint the scene as you see it. It will never repeat itself
I'm sitting in the back row smoking my pipe. I don't have much to say at these types of meetings.
Look at a subject. Look for the larger idea. Then paint the subject.