Mark Robinson goes with his son Jack to the boys' camp on Little Joe Lake. 'Let's get back to doing something useful now'
Tom Thomson
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and though this body be destroyed, yet shall I see God;
whom I shall see for myself and mine eyes shall behold,
and not as a stranger.
After all that has happened, nobody bothered to observe Orangemen's Day today.
I had something that nobody else could acquire - the north in my blood.
I was impressed by Jackson's 'Edge of the Maple Wood' at the 1912 OSA Exhibition.
Four days before a body is found. #WhoKilledTomThomson 
I do not philosphize nor do I analyze myself.
Shortly, I shall pass out on this verandah.
The wind and lightning are in full show. Shaping up to be a bad evening overall.
In a large gathering I have nothing to say, but in the company of friends I am a different man
3 days until I meet my fate. Follow the journal of my last spring #WhoKilledTomThomson 
I had a few sharp words with Martin Blecher. Next time I'll throw his pet groundhog down the outhouse hole.
The War has given every woman that hangdog look. There is no longer joy in the eyes of anyone.
July 1, 1917: City of Toronto switches to Daylight Savings Time. Railway schedules stay the same.
8 days until I meet my fate. Who Killed #TomThomson 
Love art whether you accept it or not.
Only 10 days before I meet my fate on July 8, 1917 #TomThomson 
That an artist needs to be depressed and drunk to do his best is utter myth
The weather worsens and it's a downpour. The water is streaming into my tent.
I'm not the superstitious type, but I'm in the same camp as Annie. I don't like these spiritual things, especially the Ouija board.