My brother George was an early mentor. But when he saw I was gifited and he was not, well, things began to change

Jackson described a canvas of Harris as Tomato Soup.

Dammit I like this sketch. I never could get the its feeling over to canvas

It was in Algonquin Park that I found my real home.

1917 Early Spring #tt1917

1917 Early Spring #tt1917

1917 Early Spring #tt1917

1915 Nocturne #tt1915

1917 Early Spring #tt1917

When in Algonquin Park I lived with the Frasers as one of the family

Brush strokes speak louder than words.

I'll be going up North soon. Follow the journal of my Last Spring ttlastspring.com

The folks at Grip liked my work and encouraged my efforts.

1916 Spring Thaw #tt1916

Looking forward to canoeing but not the smell of canoeists.

1916 Spring Sunset Algonquin Park #tt1916

1916 Spring Landscape with Snow #tt1916

My father wanted to get his money's worth from me. I had to stay on the farm until I was twenty-one.

1916 Spring Ice #ttcanvas

1916 Spring #tt1916