1916 Spring Sunset Algonquin Park #tt1916

Charlie Scrim's breathing is better today. After breakfast, he'll take a walk down by Canoe Lake shore.

Annie Fraser, having a brief respite from morning chores, gazes out onto Canoe Lake. She sees Rowe and Dickson in their canoe.

Dr. Howland's daughter is sleeping soundly this morning. Little does she know that her fishing line has dislodged a terrible secret.

Brace yourself for a gruesome discovery today.

Canoe Lake Forecast: 7/16/1917 High: 78.1F Low: 48.9F Rain: 0.2 inches.

If you are to remain true as an artist, you need to remain true to the art you first learned as a craftsmen.

Mark Robinson is up early baking bread. 'What else is there to do to take my mind off the search?'

Canoe Lake: Morning fine and clear.

I don't confront issues. I just eliminate them from my way of living.

Something terrible beneath the waters of Canoe Lake. Like Phosphorous, it begins to rise with the morning dawn.

The War has corrected harm arising from fatalistic individualism - 1916 Varsity War Supplement.

Disturbed by a little girl's fishing line, a dark object begins its final rise to the surface. Canoe Lake begins to uncover its secret

It was in the spring of 1912 that I fell in love with Algonquin Park.

1915 Moonlight. #tt1915 Oil on composite wood-pulp board 10 3/8 x 8 1/2 in. Private Collection

Art is deeper than steam, electricity, balloons and astronomy

I was dissatisfied with my own work, but enthused by others. Maybe that's why people liked me.

One can never have too much red in a painting.

A new day should bring but today day brings confusion and furor.

I am plain and easy-going as an old shoe.