1917 Path Behind Mowat Lodge #upclose No. 3 #tt1917

I need to get the feel as well as the look of country.

Hope is turning into tragedy.

Be prepared for a gruesome discovery tomorrow.

Shannon Fraser @mowatlodge looks at the portrait I drew of him. "Damn you, Tom!"

Because of my poor knowledge of European art I was free to create mine own

Mark Robinson doesn't consider himself a spiritual man but he's praying tonight.

A beautiful evening. A shame that the weather took this long to turn for the better. http://t.co/6O2OEOVmwv

Shannon Fraser @mowatlodge has had two stiff drinks so far. But it hasn't taken the edge off anything.

Harris tried to convince me of Theosophy. I still don't know what it is.

Charlie Scrim is short of breath. He wonders if it's because of his consumption or his anxiety @mowatlodge

Found in the Trainor cottage. Imagine what damage this could do to a skull

The setting sun casts a golden hue on the dark waters of Canoe Lake. The shadows of the pines are at their longest.

What lies beneath these waters, only time will tell. #WhoKilledTomThomson

Lismer taught me lightness of touch, MacDonald vigour of colour, and Jackson, mood and atmosphere.

Dr GW Howland is sure he's found what everyone dreads. Not to upset his daughter the revelation will have to wait until morning.

1906 Nearing the End. Watercolour, and graphite on paper 13 3/4 x 22 3/8 in

"I've got something on the line!" the child says. It's either a really big trout or an unrecovered dead man.

Canoe Lake: Dr GW Howland is evening fishing with his daughter. Her line becomes snagged on large dark object.

Harris was attracted to the occult

Dr MacCallum's enthusiasm for art far outstrips his knowledge of it.

There is nothing to celebrate in the sadness, suffering and desolation of War

Mark Robinson is exhausted and decides to remain close today to meet trains

Ranger Patterson visits the Trainors in Huntsville. They have not seen Tom. Hugh Trainor offers to return to Canoe Lake to help search.

Frank Johnston understood the meaning I was trying to convey.

In the city, one loses connection with the sun and sky

I never married.

Harris said that landscapes, especially winter landscapes, were supposed to be fanciful and surreal.

1916 Algonquin Park http://t.co/zXyT7oFQZ6 #tt1916 http://t.co/AkOX5hsVDD

1916 Nocturne #tt1916

A girl once said of me 'I would have married him in a second, but he wasn't the marrying kind'. She was right.

In the fall of 1914, Jackson and I camped below Tea Lake. That is where he made the sketch for Red Maple.

1917 Winter Thaw #upclose No. 3 #tt1917

I fell out of my canoe, drunk, or during the act of urinating. I hit my head and fell overboard. An accident. #ttfate1 #WhoKilledTomThomson

Molly tells me that Mark Robinson was none too pleased about the drinking last night. Called Supt. Bartlett. No more booze in the Park.