Deal with the crisis of the day, then have tea.

I picked up the habit of drinking when I was young

We wing with the wind,

Out over the heaving Of grey waters, leaving.

~ Wilfred Campbell

MacDonald liked to write poetry, then tear it up.

Photographing live game is one of the greatest sports of the North - @mowatlodge brochure.

1908 Flowering Trees

Varley was explosive; Lismer, sedate. Carmichael kept silent, while Johnston insisted in working in tempera.

MacDonald and I were considered the old horses in the stable of Grip.

A man who lives is prepared to die at any time #ttletter

Mark Robinson liked my sketch with the high colour of blueberries.

1912 View over a Lake - Shore with Houses #tt1912

Annie Fraser always thought I had something going for Daphne Crombie

My journal entry for June 17th, 1917 https://wp.me/p2YBXq-1g4

On Saturdays, Varley and I hiked the outskirts or took the ferry to Centre Island.

Truth is in expression, not in accuracy.

Sometime I feel like a phoney and fear my work will be revealed for what it is.

Lawren Harris said I was a fine companion - direct, straightforward, and naturally at home in the lakes and woods.

1914 Autumn, Canoe Lake #tt1914

Park Rule: Night shooting is generally prohibited.

Alone in a studio, one learns next to nothing about painting and nothing about life.