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Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917

Algonquin Park was mostly enjoyed by vacationing Americans and a few eccentric artists.

Disregard for the proper rules of painting was considered a slap in the face by some members of society.

Jackson saw that I was a good designer. He suggested that I put my abilities to simplifying the scene.

Both Varley and I liked our drink and women

In the sports news - boxing bouts at Exhibition Camp

Popular men's hat styles and prices from Eaton's

1917 Early Spring Canoe Lake. #tt1917

I doubt I will have the time or the money to visit my parents in Owen Sound before I go North.

I had something that nobody else could acquire - the north in my blood.

Classified Ad: Lost Moleskin scarf long on Sunday evening between Union Station and Queen's Hotel. Reward if returned to Queen's Hotel.

Always striving to catch a brooding sky above a northern lake.

In the summer of 1915 the Lismers moved in with the MacDonalds to farm for cash crops.

Shannon Fraser is no stranger to self-aggrandizement

1916 New Life after Fire #tt1916

Comments from the front on the Soldier's Xmas Boxes: 'The Package is JAKE. Nuf sed. Could not be better."

Whenever I got robbed it was for good reason. The robber needed the money more than me.

London was full of excessive drinking, gambling and eager experimentation with morphine and chloroform.

To me, the city is like a prison. The wilderness is paradise.

I may not be considered articulate but I am a prolific reader.

1915 Backwater #tt1915