Jackson said of Bill Beatty, 'He is so soaked in monochrome that mild things excite him.'

1915 Northern Lights #tt1915

1916 Autumn #tt1916

Harris experiments with broken colour.

If you like ghosts then follow me. ttlastspring.com

1916 Autumn #tt1916

People refused to believe I was painting real trees. Finally, Jackson had to say 'Yes, what Tom is painting is really there'

1916 West Wind #tt1916

Art was not to be taught by words. - Izaak Walton

Jackson knew how to draw out my talent rather than hammering in me technique.

A lovely landscape cannot appreciated by an unlovely mind.

1916 Autumn Algonquin Park #tt1916

1913 Windy Evening #tt1913

1916 Aura Lee Lake #tt1916

Why did the body take eight days to rise in the middle of July?

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

Mysterious Fates of Tom: Natural Causes? #ttfate8 http://wp.me/p2YBXq-Nf

1916 Approaching Snowstorm #1916

Mark Robinson: I did not see anything to indicate more than ordinary friendship with @WinnieTrainor

Park Advice: A year employment in the bush will cure anyone in the incipient stages of consumption

He was buried first of all near the spot where he was found, but shortly afterwards his body was removed to Leith

My father did not believe I had the grit to stick things out

I would produce more from uninspired material while my chums were of searching for inspired material.

When Jackson and I were in the Studio Building we took our meals at a bar on Yonge St. or the Busy Bee Resto.

I helped Taylor Statten by hauling sand from Sims Pit to build his cottage chimney on Little Wap Island.

Park Rule: Song birds and nest and eggs of all birds are protected at all times.

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

It was Lismer's readiness to accept and explore new land that made us such good companions.

Sep 22 1916: Temperatures for today, HIGH 64F LOW 47F

It was my interest in advertising that led me to photoengraving.

According to 1916 Saturday Night, MacDonald is the chief offender on throwing paint pots at the Public.

It was in May of 1912 when I first camped in Algonquin.

I burnt much of my work but an impressive amount remains

I had the reputation of being an ornery person on occasion and a womanizer.

Learn the mystery of my fate. ttlastspring.com #ttfate7

Harris was attracted to the occult

Without a pipe of tobacco and a good drink nothing can be done.

I embrace solitude

I go to church but have no formal religion.

From my Uncle Brodie I learned to observe nature closely and appreciate its detail when sketching.