I read the earth
like a book
no library card
sense the music
in shake of jack pine
as if it could break… 31 more words
A hundred years ago this summer, the painter Tom Thomson died in Ontario’s Algonquin Park.
His artistic legacy is unquestioned. Barely five years of serious painting during the First World War produced works, like The West Wind and Northern River, that still inspire the Canadian imagination of wilderness. 991 more words
He’s the greatest Canadian painter you’ve never heard of. Well, maybe that’s unfair. If you are Canadian and you are reading this, you probably know who that is in the photo and also have a good guess at the name of the painting beside him. 488 more words
If you have read any whisky blogs at all then you will have surely come across the musings of a certain Mr Tom Thomson.
He is a stalwart of the whisky blogging scene and after meeting him recently I can confirm he is just as you would imagine, a real gent and loves to talk all things whisky. 315 more words
Residing for the past thirty years in the Humber River Valley, within sight of the McMichael Gallery – that quintessential Thomson shrine – and canoeing a sizeable portion of Algonquin Park, has been more than slightly conducive to a close study of the works of Tom Thomson. 562 more words