It was in Algonquin Park that I found my real home.

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

1914 Approaching Snowstorm #tt1914 XuRmEGu.png

Toronto World Oct 25, 1916 Hamilton Kilties Leave for East http://ow.ly/i/7lwjZ

Please follow the book Journal of My Last Spring ttlastspring.com tt-book-cover-square.png

Please follow the journal of my last spring ttlastspring.com tt1917.png

Algonquin Park is my country. @Algonquin_PP

I am sensitive but given to despondency.

1916 Pointer Boats #upclose 1 #tt1916

Toronto World: Oct 25 1916: FRENCH WIN GREAT VICTORY

Oct 25 1916: Temperatures for today, HIGH 49F LOW 33F

I painted the elements in their true nature but subtracted the elements that did not matter to me

I never studied art, but I briefly attended business college.

After a while in the City, I had enough of being a dandy - I wanted to get back into the bush

1915-16 Opulent October

I never married.

Lismer went up with me to Canoe Lake in the Spring of 1914. It was a thrilling revelation for him.

I am always getting excited when there is no cause for it,

No man is born an Artist, so no man is born an Angler. Izaak Walton

1916 Cranberry Marsh #tt1916

Civilization is only a veneer. Deep down everyone revolts at civilization.

Expression is a spiritual necessity: self-glorification is a lack of something to express.

Jackson gladly shared with me the finer points of rendering the North of canvas.

Being right isn't all there is to life.

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

A good artist makes you forget you are looking at brush strokes on canvas.

Cloudy, rainy weather is full of excitement and mystery

We're all having enough of this sad and ghastly war

This place is getting too much like north Rosedale to suit me #ttletter

Some days I felt like a clumsy imitator overdoing my part.

It's Thomas Edison Day today.

In 1916 Thomas Edison started taking yearly camping trips to escape the modern life he created.

1908 Lady on the Beach

I am generous to the point of being careless about money.

I play the mandolin, sing and love music.

1903 Endorsement of Special Penmanship

Jackson showed me how to drag wet paint over previously dried paint.

An artist strives to find what is good in Nature and tries to communicate that feeling.

I embrace solitude