1914 On Georgian Bay #tt1914

Jackson had the better command of colour, but I had the better sense of colour

A photo would be great but the painted things are awful.

The surefire way to tell if someone is Irish or American: they spell whisky with an 'e'

I am always getting excited when there is no cause for it,

It's thunder that scares the hell out of you, but it's the lightning that kills

1914 Autumn Woods Algonquin Park #tt1914

It was at Grip where I had to face the divide between a commercial artist and one of the Northland

In 1915 I went up to Owen Sound for a day to see my sister Minnie from out West. Did not see her for 8 years

Letter to Billie Bear Lodge https://wp.me/p2YBXq-1g2

Follow the journal of my Last Spring

Harris experiments with broken colour.

Sometimes I paint as if my life depended upon it. Sometimes I fail.

1915 Hot Summer Moonlight #tt1915

The most dangerous job in the Park. Many a men would go under, never to be seen again.

I first met Lismer when he started at Grip in 1911. His previous boss accused him of being a thief. He quit.

Only dead things remain as they are.

Angling was not contemptible in the days of Mark Antony and Cleopatra,- Izaak Walton

Jackson said of Bill Beatty, 'He is so soaked in monochrome that mild things excite him.'

I never want to lose my paddle made of ash. It's thin, sleek, elegant and strong. I'll keep it until the day I die.