Whisky, a sunset and a pipeful of tobacco are the Holy Trinity of a canoe fishing trip.

Tom Thomson Visits @mowatlodge and Finds Some Artifacts: http://t.co/oF1ArYnMFD

A restricted palette does not limit your tones and shades. It makes you work harder and in the end you get the right colour

The trees, rocks and weather are in my bones.

1917 Spring #tt1917

October 1914, Jackson met up with in the Park. That fall, the colours were their finest.

An good artist ventures into the familiar and returns with the unfamiliar

19 days until I meet my mysterious fate

Camp Petawawa in 1915 was filled with interned Austrians and Hungarians, bankers and muscians, mostly.

I am sensitive but given to despondency.

1905 Decorative Element

I freely gave away my sketchs usually in return for a minor obligation.

For anglers and meek quiet-spirited men are free from those high - Izaak Walton

I do not philosphize nor do I analyze myself.

Jun 19, 1917 TORONTO GLOBE: SIR WILFRID ASKS FOR REFERENDUM. CONSCRIPTION DEBATE WELL UNDERWAY IN THE COMMONS.

Trout baked in hot ashes. Removed the crust to reveal the finest meal to be had in the Park.

Tom Thomson watches the Trainor cottage from his canoe YouTube http://t.co/t40wtiEJui

Only 19 days before I meet my fate on July 8, 1917 #TomThomson

Those who go a-borrowing go a-sorrowing.

Would you know the wild vastness Of the lakes in their fastness,Their heaven’s blue span; - Wilfred Campbell