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Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917

1916 Winter Hills in Algonquin Park #tt1916

My neighbours never thought of my father as a serious farmer.

Jackson had the greater initiative and was as indifferent to material ambition as I was

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

I helped my Uncle Brodie, a well-known naturalist, gather specimens. He gave me the eye for the details of nature.

1916 Hills and Sky #tt1916

Guiding yourself to bed by candlelight makes life feel less complicated.

Don't think you are better because you can praise far-off things and sneer at your neighbour's clumsiness

Arthur Lismer said he never saw a porcupine, so I introduced him to a family of porcupines.

I have my own way of dealing with self-inflated people.

1916 Lumber Camp at Night http://t.co/zXyT7oWU16 #tt1916

Jackson had only known me for a year - but I became his best friend.

There's no place for a sketch outfit when you’re fire ranging.

I never interfere with my friends' affairs, but the reverse isn't necessarily true

In the summer of 1914 while returning to Algonquin, I met Premier Borden in Muskoka

1914 Canoe Lake Mowat Lodge #tt1914 @TheTomThomson https://goo.gl/maps/QuCEF95p5932

MacDonald made his first visit to Algonquin in March 1914. Jackson had been there a month.

I can see directly into the landscape and transform it.

An admiration of my sketch would prompt me to give it away.

I was a compulsive but sporadic reader - Izaak Walton, The Compleat Angler I kept with me always

In my early days back in Toronto, I enjoyed the city immensely. I was a bit of a dandy.

In the spring I would pack up my bags, roll up my blankets, and take the first train to Algonquin.

@WinnieTrainor was 28 when I first met her. Shannon Fraser @mowatlodge referred to her as the Spinster of Canoe Lake.

1914-15 Pines Byng Inlet Oil. on canvas 28 1/8 x 30 1/16 in. #tt1914 @mcacgallery

Evenings in Toronto, Varley and I met at a Greek restaurant on Yonge.

1917 Early Spring #tt1917

I spent many hours standing behind Jackson, puffing my pipe.

I was fascinated with watching the tumbling logs coming through the dams.

Annie Fraser always thought I had something going for Daphne Crombie

1915 Green Wood Algonquin Park #tt1915

Lismer moved in with me for the winter of 1915-16.

I may not be considered articulate but I am a prolific reader.

Trying to be naive and not intellectual gives you the better product.

I first met Dr. MacCallum in October 1912 when he visited Jim MacDonald's studio

A good portrait can be peed into the snow.