I am hoping Shannon Fraser @mowatlodge still has my canoe in storage. I hope he hasn't sold it.

1916 First Snow in Autumn #tt1916

In my early days back in Toronto, I enjoyed the city immensely. I was a bit of a dandy.

In June 1915, Jackson enlisted as a private in the Sixtieth Battalion

I left Seattle in 1904 and ended up in Toronto in 1905.

I painted the elements in their true nature but subtracted the elements that did not matter to me

1916 Moose at Night http://t.co/TlgEl5OfUf #tt1916

I bought my canoe in 1915; it disappeared in 1917.

Special to the Toronto World: Fire Starts in Peanut Wagon and Does Several Thousand Dollars in Damage. Bowling Alley in Galt Destroyed.

I spent a lot of time at Mark Robinsons shelter hut experimenting with colours.

I might go see "In Walked Jimmy" at the Grand tonight. A good review in the paper: "A drama of optimism"

Maybe I'm not the painter I'm supposed to be.

Falling asleep to the sounds of the Victrola. I can hear it from the Studio Building.

Jackson gladly shared with me the finer points of rendering the North of canvas.

My father was not a particularly hard worker but he expected us to be.

1913 Canoe and Lake, Algonquin Park, Spring #tt1913

It was in the spring of 1912 that I fell in love with Algonquin Park.

It's easier to look at your life once you've passed on.

Avoid entering a canoe with anyone who displays evangelical fervour.

You work with your mind not with your hands