In 1915 I had to adapt to Toronto - I would go out when only necessary during daytime and exercise by walking at night.

That an artist needs to be depressed and drunk to do his best is utter myth

1912 The Canoe #tt1912 @agotoronto

It was Fred Varley who originally encouraged me to devote more time to art.

I decide to give ice-fishing a try. I chop a hole starting at one of the cracks.

When Jackson returned to Algonquin Park in the fall of 1914, he said that had made remarkable progress.

1915 White Frost #tt1915 @NatGalleryCan

Man is many things, but he is not rational

I once gave a hermit at Canoe Lake a new set of winter underwear.

Don't think you are better because you can praise far-off things and sneer at your neighbour's clumsiness

My good friend John McRuer, for whom I was best man, passed away in 1917 as well

My room @mowatlodge sketched on a board

Ice Lake through cedars

My profession is painting, not fighting.

1916 Logging Spring Algonquin Park #tt1916

It's my whisky. The bottle unexpectedly made its way from my room to the dining room. Must have been Annie.

Having a whisky with Shannon. Decided to make a sketch of him drinking.

Relaxing in front of the fireplace. I did not venture far today. I'll go further tomorrow.

I can’t get used to the idea of Jackson being in the machine

Decided to stick close to home base. Painting on the porch in front of Mowat Lodge. Entertainment for the two other guests.