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Above the Fruited Plain"America became truly a land of plenty. The hard-working settlers harvested a bountiful variety of foods to feed a growing nation. Here the farmer and his family haul to town a wagon overflowing with corn, baskets of apples and containers of milk. My mother remembers doing this very thing when she was a young girl. Overhead, pigeons have found their home atop the grain elevator, a sturdy monument to the rich soil and the people who toil on it." |
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Afternoon GlowIt's that magic moment when the sun breaks through the overcast sky and showers nature with a mystical glow. The water surface is momentarily turned to fire, and casts its warm rays over the feeding geese. Such idyllic scenes cannot be recorded by the camera. They are the province of those blessed with a romantic memory and the capacity to see beyond the literal and through the merely mechanical. |
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Aging ShorelineAs quiet observers hidden low in the shoreline grass, we glance up to see four redheads gliding silently through a stand of dead trees. The late day sun bathes the foliage with a warm light, creating an inviting calm to this autumn scene. |
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All ClearThe day is drawing to a close and the residents of this wilderness log cabin have moved inside for the evening. Two white-tailed deer, watching from the hill, see that all is clear and will soon venture down to feed in the open area. |
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Almost HomeIn this nostalgic scene the artist reminds us of both a less complicated time, and a more innocent time, in our nation's history. The rural family is returning home on a crisp winter evening. As the sun's rays begin to disappear behind the distant tree line the sleigh has momentarily stopped. There is just enough light to gather up a little extra wood for that evening's celebration. |
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Always AlertThe sound of the approaching tractor has startled the pheasants. They suddenly feel trapped between the slough and the machinery. There is a rustling of feathers and flapping of wings -the Labradors are immediately on alert. As the men finish baling, they watch the geese flying high above them. It will soon be time for them to head South. The humid air is heavy with the smell of freshly cut hay. The crew keeps a watchful eye on the growing thunderhead. They know the storm will soon roll in. |
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America! America!What more fitting symbol for the spirit of America than the isolated country school house and the daily raising of our flag? As the schoolteacher reads a patriotic passage, the boy behind her has momentarily forgotten which hand is placed over the heart. Standing off to the left, slightly away from the main group, is a boy with his dog. His attention has been distracted by a flight of ducks. As I remember my childhood interests this just might be something of a self-portrait! |
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And Crown Thy Good w/Brotherhood“There was something about the opening up of America that seemed to bring out the best in people. It was probably the need to cooperate in building a new way of life from scratch. The holiday season was only the most obvious example of this impulse. Times were slowly getting easier. Electricity had arrived. |
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Apple River MallardsThe time is a warm, sunny afternoon along a backwater near the Apple River. The rich seasonal brown and orange hues seem to permeate the very air as five mallards coast silently to a secluded resting place. |
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April SnowThe area around this old wood pile bridge and scenic hill country was explored by the artist on a field trip one April morning. A late season snow had just fallen and as he walked not only wood ducks, but also mallards, teal and geese were flushed from their resting places. In a special sense the artist felt the woods on this bright morning had "come alive". |
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Aroma of FallPause for a moment and return to a simpler time and place when the aroma of burning leaves in the fall air signaled the changing of seasons. It was a more innocent era before an expanding population created environmental concerns, and when harvesting of summer's foliage was a small town ritual. Careful observers will also see in this painting other fading memories from America's romantic past: the prominent town bulletin board, the flag positioned proudly outside the general store and the familiar Maple Drive and Elm Street. The distinctive lamppost and stone sidewalk tell us this scene is just down the block from "Autumn Evening." |
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Autumn AfternoonThe old mill pond is an important symbol to many Americans. Its calm presence represents a less hurried time when life's ambitions were in proper perspective. Such a reordering of priorities is evident on this peaceful autumn afternoon. The mill owner has built a viewing platform overlooking the pond and, recognizing the moving water's healing power, often sits and in the rocking chair listening to its soothing sounds. |
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Autumn EveningIn this scene Terry Redlin revisits a time in America's past when entire families prepared their lawns for winter, and the sweet smell of burning leaves permeated the air. The artist remembers these autumn evenings as youthful contests. |
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Autumn RunWith their "flaps up", a pair of white-tail deer are moving fast across a washout area. This late fall setting, with its dead trees and exposed, leaf filled roots, was an Outdoor Life cover. |
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Autumn ShorelineThe bait shop is closed for the season, but someone is preparing to make one final attempt to catch the big one. Perhaps the waiting boat and gear is for the shop owner who, after a summer of catering to others, is finally taking his turn. The mallards, too, are enjoying the quiet, blissfully unaware that a different type of season will soon begin. |
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Autumn TraditionsDad is both a family man and a sportsman, and by the end of this beautiful fall evening he will have managed to enjoy both. After a day of hunting he has returned home, gathered up the children and is helping them fulfill their special autumn tradition. The artist remembers this location well from his own childhood. Originally, the lakeside store offered only fishing supplies and refreshments. Later it expanded into a produce outlet specializing at this time of the year, we note, in pumpkins! There are many stories in this romantic image: the shotgun in the old pickup's back window, the extra gas tank and a red flag tied high on the antenna. The latter informs us that Dad once lost his truck in the tall grass, and that now he takes precautions. The pole and tree signs tell us there are many people lucky enough to live in this idyllic setting. And, as the silhouetted moon struggles through a hazy night sky, flights of waterfowl recognize it's time to head on home for the evening. |
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Back from the FieldsIt is early morning, the deer have finished their night feeding and are ready to bed down. Always cautious, they carefully pick their way through the new snow and back to the draw. |
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Back to the SanctuaryIt's a peaceful late winter afternoon. The white-tail deer are out foraging for browse. While the buck nibbles at the tender branch two does intuitively sense that something is out of order, and peer intently toward the hidden viewer. However, it is obvious these deer understand the limits of their territory and have retreated behind the sign left from the last fall. |
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Backwater MallardsAgainst a backdrop of fall colors these mallards search out their nesting place. The hour is late, and the setting sun casts one last moment of light on both the mallards and the stand of birch. |
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Backwoods CabinSomewhere is that special hideaway that puts us in close touch with the wild. When found, and if we are in the right mood, the roles between man and wildlife are reversed. The experience becomes the opposite of that offered by the nation's zoos, where we safely observe from behind a fence of glass. In this place we are surrounded by a grand variety of nature and nature's wildlife. We become the imprisoned ones. We sense the myriad faces and forms that have come to stare. But there is no need to be alarmed. The wildlife at this backwoods cabin mean no harm. And if we enter into their world with respect we will be allowed to share in its splendor. On this fresh morning stroll down the steps from the hillside cabin. Sit by the lake, quiet and watchful. There, see? One of nature's wonders, a trio of wood ducks, glide to a landing just across the inlet. |
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Best FriendsAt sunset the man and his best friend have driven to the crest of the highest hill around. They’ve had a good day of hunting in the lakes and marshes below. Now both rest, but the man carefully watches the migrating patterns of the distant waterfowl. Tomorrow he’ll have a better idea of where the best hunting will likely be. In this spectacular panorama we see a beautiful slice of rural America. Just follow the winding road past the gas station, then the bait shop, the farms, over the bridge and home to a town with its typical water tower and church steeple. |
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Birch Line, TheAfter many years of bow hunting the artist has seen this occur several times. Portrayed is a typical reaction as the young buck, overwhelmed by curiosity, has stopped. The older buck and doe sense the same presence, but are wise enough not to hesitate as they quickly move away toward the birch line and distant brush. |
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Bluebill PointStrong onshore winds whip the wave tops into spray, and bend the small trees on this barren shoreline. The day has turned nasty on the big bay, and the bluebills are flying low, working hard to round the point and reach a resting area on the lee side. |
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Boulder RidgeWhile the area's human inhabitants are warm and secure in the house below, two white-tailed deer quietly scout the boulder ridge. The frozen lake, the hard-packed snow and barren trees all remind us of how nature provides all of her species with their own special survival skills. |
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Bountiful HarvestThe fields have yielded a bumper crop this fall, and the local grain elevator is crowded with trucks and trailers waiting their turn to unload. After a long and tiring day, the farmers are anxious to get home, but they also welcome this chance to relax for a moment with a cup of hot coffee, to chat about crop prices and perhaps trade the latest gossip. “The boy and his dog have tagged along with his dad,” Terry Redlin remarks, “just as I remember doing when I was a kid. I didn’t understand what the conversation was all about, but it sure was exciting to hang out with grownups.” Overhead a flight of Canada geese are also at the end of their day. |
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Breaking AwaySpooked by a noise from upwind, a covey of Hungarian partridge have been flushed from the protection of their hillside wood pile. Until danger passes and they can return, the "Huns" have plenty of options. Wood patches and undergrowth abound in this area and extend for miles into the distant valleys and ravines. |
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Breaking CoverWe have startled the ruffed grouse from the dense underbrush, and they break cover with a great rush of beating wings. Before veering away and again disappearing into the woods, we can clearly see their distinctive reddish brown fan shaped tails and dark neck ruffs. They will quickly disappear from sight, leaving us with only a blurred image and a beautiful view across the valley. |
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Broken CoveyA small covey of bob-white quail have been startled out of their weed and seed patch. The intruder may have been a hungry fox, or perhaps only the wind stripping the tree of a dead branch. Regardless, this protected location is an ideal feeding spot, and there is little doubt the quail will return. |
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BrowsingIn this peaceful setting we clearly see what have become hallmarks of the artist's work. The sun has slipped below the horizon, filling the sky with warm light and casting its reflected glow over the snow. The wildlife are content in their own world, busy searching for the day's nourishment. However, the barbed wire fence and half covered wheel remind us that man, and his unpredictable behavior, is not far away. |
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Building the CommunityAs the whirling blade’s sharp sound cuts through the forest night, Terry Redlin invites us to revisit an earlier era in America’s past. Deep in the woods felled trees are gathered and slowly hauled to the sawmill. An old steam tractor rattles and groans, puffing out its power. The raw cut lumber piles higher and higher in the open shed. It will be stored here to cure for a while, then delivered to waiting lumberyards in nearby towns. “This painting was a challenge, the artist comments, because I needed to combine several sources of light. Hopefully the eye moves easily from one area of bustling activity to another. |
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Campfire TalesAs a boy, Terry Redlin listened in awe as his father carefully planned hunting and fishing trips. He was too young to participate, but never forgot the excitement and wonder of those special times. The homemade camper top on the old pickup is a forerunner of the modern versions. The four deer are secretly watching the activities. Only in the morning will tracks reveal their presence. The man launching the wooden canoe occasionally "dipped", as we detect from the Copenhagen can vaguely outlined in his rear pocket. And the group's tall storyteller relaxes in a folding chair, hands extended, to recall the big one that got away. As the misty smoke rises to greet the moon we, too, can share in Terry Redlin's unique vision of man's romantic encounter with life in the wild. |
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Camping at Sunset Point"Inspired by an account of a fellow conservationist who came to the aid of baby wood ducks in distress, 'Camping at Sunset' captures all the elements of the perfect setting. It is early spring and the air is cool as the sun goes down. The deer cautiously move through the trees, keenly aware of the campers, but not threatened by their presence. A new family of wood ducks rests on the warm shoreline rocks. Once again, we are reminded that man and wildlife can co-exist; and thanks to the efforts of conservationists everywhere, we will continue to enjoy this balance in nature." |
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Catching the ScentThe timber wolves have momentarily halted in their search for food. On this bitterly cold and moonlit night they wait, poised and alert. They have just caught the first scent of the recently shed deer antlers which lie hidden in the grass and snow a few feet ahead. |
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Changing Seasons - AutumnFor many autumn is the most thoughtful season of the year. The trees and foliage have proudly displayed, and then quietly shed their colorful apparel. The old wooden fishing boat has taken its last trip until spring. A great blue heron has made a final surprise visit. A pensive mood permeates the air. As nature slips into low gear the more reflective among us are reminded of their own changing of the seasons. |
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Changing Seasons - SpringIt is the beginning of a new cycle. The ice has retreated except for the stubborn strips along the shoreline. The spring sun's nurturing rays have begun to turn the sleeping ground cover to green. The log home glows in the warm spring light, and a rocking chair on the balcony tells us the owners have returned. From the nearby bank two wood ducks survey the scene. Just returned from their southern vacation they, also, will enjoy a man-made home to celebrate this season of fresh beginnings. |
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Changing Seasons - SummerSomewhere, tucked away near the water's edge, is a wilderness dream home. One version of this reverie is presented to us here: a spacious log home with stone fireplace, a balcony from which to watch the geese who have taken up residence just below, and a sailboat for those windswept days on the bay. Expected soon are friends from the city to share for a few hours a portion of this deep woods poetry. |
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Changing Seasons - WinterPerched high on the ridge like a castle of old, this log house is a commanding presence. However, winter's attack has dispatched its human inhabitants to warmer quarters, leaving the field to more hearty creatures. The deer are now in charge, free to roam in search of browse. Although winter still reigns the sun has melted away patches of snow on the exposed south slope, awakening small areas of grass. |
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Clear ViewAs the sun breaks through a heavy cloud cover, the low flying honkers get a clear view of their destination. The lake below has been momentarily bathed in warm light, as have the deserted buildings on the ridge. The eroded road and the broken fence line indicate that the farmer has moved to more modern facilities at the bottom of the hill. |
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Clearing the RailThe long shadows tell us it grows late on this winter afternoon as the pheasants descend over the remnants of an old rail fence. The snow covered cornfield has attracted the birds, offering them the tempting possibility of both food and cover for the night. |
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Close to Paradise“Who is closer to paradise?” asks Terry Redlin. “Is it the man and his canine companion who have found this secluded fishing hole? Or is it the retired couple in the lovingly cared for A-frame with birdhouses and beautifully tended flower gardens? Both in their own way, the artist suggests, are living out their dreams, enjoying the great outdoors and receiving the full healing powers of nature. As in many Redlin paintings we find specific reminders of his boyhood. The artist owns and continues to use and old six-horse Evinrude outboard. Back in those days, it was legal to fish from two lines. |
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Closed for the SeasonIt's late in the season, the cabins are secured, and all human echoes stilled. Now the elusive woodcock ventures forth to cavort about the silent buildings. This distinctive bird is one of nature's loners, seldom seen by the average person. But in this nostalgic fall scene the artist treats us to a close up view. |
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Colorful TrioIn this painting the colorful wood ducks are shown in a subdued backlight setting, thus enabling the artist to tone down the species' high contrast markings and present a beautiful and natural series. |
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Colours of Spring, TheAs the setting sun bursts through dense foliage, the colors of spring are beautifully illuminated. Above an altar of colorful flowers, songbirds rest and feed in this magical garden of plenty. Once again the season’s annual rite of renewal is quietly celebrated |
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Comforts of HomeThis rustic lakeside cabin is far enough from the city to create a sense that civilization has been left far behind, but not so distant to make the return trip a burden. The weather will always be just right for either fishing or hunting. The boat is ready. The dog is waiting. And the sunsets, of course, will be outstanding. |
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Coming HomeIn this nostalgic scene coming home becomes a place and a feeling. It speaks to us of a tradition we share, if not in actual fact, then in the values it represents. The Christmas tree has been cut from just down the road. We can imagine the fresh smells of baking bread in the kitchen. The farm house will soon be alive with the joyful sounds of children from two generations. And the pole signs in front of the barn tell us there are other farms nearby where similar preparations are underway. |
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Conservationists, TheIn the 1920s wood ducks were close to extinction. Thanks to thousands of concerned outdoorsmen and women, these beautiful ducks are today one of our most abundant waterfowl. This painting salutes one episode in this story. Early on a spring morning we watch as three generations of one family, working together, assure the next generation of wood ducks a secure nesting site. |
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Country NeighborsIn this romantic setting we are transported to a time and place where the meaning of "country neighbors" is beautifully apparent. The day's work for both man and wildlife is completed. The pickup is loaded and ready for a trip to town in the morning. The exhausted farmer will relax for a moment on the high porch to enjoy the sunset before heading for bed. The mallards swing in low for the last time this season. After a good night's rest they will begin their annual journey south. The old planter will stay where it is, hidden in the tall grass after many years of service. Off in the distance the country church offers a neighborly reminder of who, really, is in charge of nature's abundant gifts. |
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Country RoadThe shower has passed, the skies are beginning to clear and the ring-necked pheasants are out scouting for their evening meal. They will settle in around this old back country road which, until dry, will carry no disruptive traffic. |
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Deer CrossingBoth deer and man have apparently agreed that this particular spot is a good crossing place. But the deer have learned to be cautious before accepting even such official approval. They hesitate, carefully scanning the road as any prudent pedestrian. We can expect that when our gaze is momentarily diverted they will quickly descend and, if we look again, the hillside will be empty. |
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Delayed DepartureThis green-winged teal drake and hen have gotten a late start on their annual journey south. The ground is already covered with deep snow, and only a small area at the center of the frozen lake offers open water. With the late sun reflecting brightly off this open surface, the teal pair will soon notice and head down to spend the night. |
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DriftingThe day is cold and blustery, with strong wind gusts breaking loose small patches of snow from the exposed river bank. Highlighted by the low winter sun peeking through the clouds, these late season whistlers are pushing hard along the rapids to reach the main lake upstream. |
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Evening ChoresThe harvest is in and a hard day's work almost finished. The setting sun highlights overflowing corn bins and stacked hay bales. Lights in the barn and house tell us milking is underway and that supper will soon be ready. From the foreground rise, however, the old-hand-operated disc reminds us of a more primitive era. And the mallards, with their own set of priorities, head for a well earned rest in the barnyard pond. |
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Evening CompanyAs evening approaches two pair of late leaving mallards are attracted to the farm lights below, and then to the open water in the small lake beyond. They have a choice of resting here or continuing on, hoping for warmer conditions in the morning when they will be several hundred miles further south. |
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Evening FrostThe dropping evening temperature has turned the moist air into a frosty white wonderland, with every surface sparkling in the moon’s bright beams. The covered bridge; with lanterns hanging at both ends, guide the horse and sleigh safely across its slippery surface. Listen, can you hear the jingle of the bell harness in the still night? The large Christmas tree will soon be delivered to the nearby church, then gaily decorated for the coming season’s celebrations. Rarely does Terry Redlin create a painting without some hint of surrounding wildlife, and this beautiful image is no exception. Careful observers will note a deserted bird’s nest clinging to the inside roof of the bridge. A few months ago swallows called this home. |
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Evening GlowIt has been a day filled with deep satisfactions. No other camper has been sighted. The deer trail discovered back in the woods led to a hidden spring. A grouse was flushed from the aspen thicket. The wild call of the loon trivialized all human sounds. Now, as the day's activity turns to quiet reflection, Canada geese swoop low as if to say goodnight. |
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Evening HarvestTo those fortunate enough to have lived in rural America the scene is a familiar one. It's a beautiful fall evening, the fields are dry and tonight the farmer is working late to harvest the corn. Even when the sun dips completely behind the hill line he'll continue in the cool night air, operating with tractor lights which have already been turned on. The ring-necked pheasant pair watch from field's edge, keeping the rock out-crop between themselves and the noisy equipment. The farmer will complete his work tonight, and in the morning the pheasants will leave their hiding place and scour the field for their share of the harvest. |
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Evening on the IceGrowing up in eastern South Dakota, I loved to hunt and fish. In the winter, the lakes turned into small towns bustling with activity. One of the best forms of entertainment was ice fishing! Vehicles would drive out to the "hot spots" and while the fishermen would swap stories and unwind from a long work-week, everyone would watch and wait for a bite! |
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Evening RehearsalsOn a quiet winter evening this rural community gathers to prepare for the coming holiday season. The church sexton has arrived early by horseback and is inside stoking the wood furnace. Choir members are not far behind and will enter a sanctuary filled with both physical and spiritual warmth. The old bus, loaded with kids, approaches the school where rehearsal is already underway. Outside horses and dogs wait patiently for their masters. One, inspired by the muted music reaching his ears, responds with a unique holiday howl, adding a distinctive note to the still night air. |
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Evening RendezvousEven if not actually experienced, this romantic scene represents a time and place in every camper’s rich imagination. Several people have already reached Rendezvous Point and set up camp. Now, at sundown, before a dramatic sky of developing thunderheads and bursting light, the rest of the family members quietly glide toward their destination. But they do not arrive unnoticed. Perched on the very tip of a tall pine, a hawk surveys his wilderness domain. Mom, in front of the canoe, looks up in delighted surprise. We note the young girl in the canoe carefully trails a line and bobber. The family dog, not fully at ease in the rocking canoe, is anxious to reach land. The campsite is ready for visitors, with camp table and benches in place. The chopping block and ax are ready to produce an ample supply of firewood for the coming evening hours. In many ways this colorful painting is vintage Terry Redlin. He remembers how it was, and how it can be, for anyone who has the will or imagination to reach for one of life’s grandest experiences. |
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Evening RetreatIt's early evening, and the geese are searching for a place to roost. The two shotguns propped against the cabin wall indicate our friend's partner has arrived. And, because at this retreat all ends well, we can report the day's hunt a success. |
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Evening SolitudeIn every outdoor person’s imagination is the ideal campsite, far from the tensions of modern civilization. In this quiet place the healing powers of nature slowly emerge and, for a few precious hours or days, all is right with the world. These campers have just arrived and rest in their tent. They are unaware of the Canada geese passing overhead on the way to their own resting place. Tomorrow our campers will, no doubt, be in touch with the magic of their surroundings. |
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Evening StarThe first star to appear in the evening sky twinkles more brightly than the others. It is the planet Venus, but stargazers prefer to call it the Evening Star. The children have just finished a long day of tobogganing and sledding and are now working on their new friend, the snowman. The dogs are tired from playing in the snow, but not too tired to spot the rabbit. Beneath the hill, the skating rink is encircled with cars filled with spectators to the evening’s entertainment. As the headlights burn through the ground fog, they become spotlights on the young skaters. In this image, Terry Redlin captures the magic of this snowy winter playground. |
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Evening SurpriseIn this dramatic painting ownership of the corn field is briefly contested between man and the ring-necked pheasants. The farmer means no harm, and on this fall evening wishes only to use the land on a temporary basis. He will soon willingly relinquish the territory to the wildlife and, as payment for the disturbance, offer the harvest leftovers. |
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Evening with FriendsOn this peaceful winter evening, a 1930 vintage sedan with headlights ablaze has finally reached its destination. The occupants will be visiting with old friends in the cabin. Nestled on the bluff the deer quietly watch, both part of and apart from the whole experience |
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Family TimeThree generations of the same family gather together on this spring morning for a relaxed day of fishing. Grandpa, sitting on a discarded wagon tongue, still uses his trusty old cane pole. The grandkids are equipped with new model rods and reels. Dad carefully baits his son's hook, while the family dog watches intently. It is a special time, a peaceful time, for both young and old to renew a shared kinship in the spectacular beauty of a rural landscape. For this old farmstead to survive, it has become “Lakeside Trails,” a hobby farm catering to horse owners from a nearby city. The land, once planted with corn and wheat, today boards horses and provides beautiful trails through the rolling countryside for the owner’s city neighbors to enjoy. |
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Family TraditionsAs the family returns home after a brisk sleigh ride they stop for a moment to watch the hockey game. They will soon move on toward the town's glowing light. The children will retreat up to the brightly lit house on the hill for hot chocolate and home made cookies. |
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Fighting a HeadwindThe lead mallards are flaring against a strong wind, twisting and turning to keep their balance while preparing to set down near the rushes. |
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Flying FreeIn this, Terry Redlin's first painting of the American Bald Eagle, we see not the traditional format of a solitary bird, but a family high in the western mountains building toward its own bright future. This beautiful image is a tribute to our national symbol and a spectacular landscape in its own right. |
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For Amber Waves of Grain“After a long and difficult journey the pioneer family has left the wagon train and settled in on their homestead. The Conestoga is parked, the house built, the well sunk. The farmer’s wife is trying out the new single bottom plow, and the kids fly a kite off the front porch. In this high and windy place they can see far into a bright future. This scene, with wave after wave of wild prairie grass, was inspired by a location near my boyhood home in eastern South Dakota.” |
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For Purple Mountains Majesties“The opening of the west was not all long hours and hard work. There were also times of leisure, especially for the young. And what a more spectacular playground than in the shadows of the majestic Tetons. Spring has arrived and the snow is retreating up the mountain slopes. Flowers have begun to bloom, and in the distance, elk move out of sheltered valleys to higher ground. Look closely and you can see the bull elk proudly displaying his new velvet antlers.” |
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From Sea to Shining Sea“The boy, the girl and their dog have traveled a long distance in time and space to this beautiful place. The country has spanned a continent, matured and provided a good life for millions of people. And for me the ideal remains. We are at our best when close to nature. Even if sometimes the wildlife, in this case sea gulls, sneak bait from our fishing pails! For many people this scene must be close to the American dream. I know I’d like to be that boy.” |
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Gathering of FriendsArriving at the old family homestead, friends and relatives will gather tonight and celebrate the warmth of the season with a well fed fire, a table piled high with favorite foods and drinks and many a nostalgic story. Eager faces, smiles and laughter will greet each story told anew. The two whitetails settled near the fenceline are not spooked by the horse-drawn sleighs. The sound of the visitors' voices preceded them and the deer sense no danger from the familiar sounds. |
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God Shed His Grace on Thee“Religion played an important role in early America. Churches became the center of not only religious but also social activities. In this scene frontier roughness is giving way to gentler times. That new invention, the motor car, is starting to replace horses and buggies. The church is no longer built of wood, but solid brick. As services let out on this rainy Sunday, the heavens open up to shower the congregation with the sun’s warm rays.” |
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Golden RetreatTerry Redlin understands every hunter's need for a golden retreat. One such hideaway is beautifully recreated here. |
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Good Evening AmericaNow early autumn, the falling leaves carpet the ground with the colors of the season. The storeowner is lowering the flag for the evening and the children are gone now-probably back to school. The dogs are still around, they have learned over the past few months that the storeowner has table scraps from the restaurant in his bucket. The sounds of birds chirping and children laughing have been replaced with the quiet rustle of leaves and the gentle lapping of water on the shore. It is the end of a peaceful day and the beginning of a whole new season. |
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Good Morning AmericaIt is early spring and the local lakeside general store is open and ready for the season. From fishing lures to homemade ice cream, the local store is packed full of all the necessities of lake living. Soon the city folk will begin to arrive to spend their summer vacation on the peaceful shores of the crystal clear lake. The storeowner is raising the flag as he does every morning and the children are ready for a fun day of fishing. The birds are singing and the water is calm-it is a perfect spring day. |
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Guardian of ConservationIt is just before sunset in the Fall of the year. The waterwheel at the old grist mill is still working although now the rustic building is most often used as a banquet hall. The elusive blue heron keeps a keen eye on the fish at the water's edge and observes all his surroundings at the same time. Above him geese divert the attention of three Labradors and an Irish Setter. As the dogs turn back to watch the heron, he's gone! "The relationship between man and wildlife is one of modern civilization's continuing dilemmas. The blue heron fishing is a symbol of good ecology. This is proof that the contestants are capable of living in harmony". |
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Harvest MemoriesIn this colorful image we can almost hear the whir and roar of the old threshing rig, feel the intensity of the crew straining to feed the machine’s voracious appetite, and wonder at the fast growing mountain of golden straw. “As a young boy I watched such scenes in awe,” the artist comments, “and noticed that the dust and chaff could be so thick that it almost obscured the sun! This image is also something of a self-portrait because I am the boy pulling the lunch wagon.” Notice that the kids have more in mind than a day filled with farm chores. Soon they will be off to a nearby lake, pulling the gear-laden wagon appropriately named, “Terry’s Fishing Rig.” |
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Harvest Moon BallRemembering the old times, the good times, when folks still knew their neighbors. Word traveled quickly. Barn dance tonight. The location changed, but the magic of the message vibrated across farm country. It was a time for folks from miles around to gather and socialize. Gender roles were well established. Men talked crops and prices and politics. Women discussed their kitchen kingdoms, home-making and child-rearing. The kids, well they just worked off excess energy and played hard at the eternal mating game. In "Harvest Moon Ball" Terry Redlin captures with a knowing touch this rural American ritual with all its color, excitement and bustling activity. |
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Hazy AfternoonThe wind that spilled the leaves on the water's edge has been stilled. Smoke from the cabin stove floats directly skyward. A soft mist has begun to envelope the distant hills. As the sun burns its way through heavy clouds, two Canada geese seem to offer the only movement on this hazy afternoon. |
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Heading Home"Whenever I see this image," the artist comments, "I think of a newly married couple preparing for their first Christmas. At this point the dog is their only "kid". Notice in the background the wintering geese, the dock and old boat, all patiently waiting for spring. |
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Heartland LightsThe holiday season is filled with warm memories of special family traditions. As the proud Belgians arrive at the clearing, the sleigh filled with family and friends is met with cheery greetings from neighbors already enjoying the warm bonfire. Bundled up to spend an evening in the crisp winter air, children toast marshmallows on whittled green sticks. Lights from town reflect on the icy water casting a magical glow across the night sky. |
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Helping Hand, AThe artist often witnessed this scene on his great grandfather's farm. Deep snow has covered most of the available browse and the deer are hungry. Local farmers have constructed a bin down by the creek and are filling it with corn. These farmers never looked for, or expected, publicity or compliments. They simply went out and lent a helping hand to their wildlife neighbors. |
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Hidden PointThe loon is rarely seen on land, and generally leaves the water only to nest. However, here the unusual has taken place. For several years the artist and this loon pair shared the beauty and solitude of a northern lake. One fall day, while scouting for picture ideas, he happened on this scene and has recorded for us the seldom seen large and sleek body of this unique species. |
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High CountryThese flights of giant Canada geese have started late on their annual journey south. The wind swept, snow capped ridge covers the easy ground feed, but the sun burnished corn shocks are tempting a few honkers to set down. Off in the distance a wisp of smoke from the farm house indicated another species is also awake and about their daily work. |
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Highlight of the NeighborhoodOn this beautiful summer evening in the 1950’s, the Schwan’s ice cream truck is making its final stop of the day. The kids, who have been waiting its arrival at the lighted park area, now enjoy their freshly scooped cones. As a softball game begins, the driver delivers a carefully wrapped package of ice cream to the nearby house. Intently watching from a window, the cat knows that she may soon savor the soft, sweet leftovers from the bottom of an ice cream bowl. This image, “Highlight of the Neighborhood,” captures on canvas Terry Redlin’s idyllic view of a child’s perfect summer evening. According to the artist, “There is no better treat on a hot summer’s night than ice cream!” |
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HightailingIn high gear and heading for cover in the nearby brush, this pair of cottontail rabbits would be only a blur to the casual observer. This familiar animal received its name from the fluffy, white underside of its tail which is apparent as these rabbits scamper away. |
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His First Date"Each painting leads us deeper into the lives of this young American family. We watch them grow just like the trees around the neighborhood. In this scene, we are reminded of the nervousness of ""young love"". As the boy and girl sit side-by-side on the front porch, Mom knows this is her son's ""first date"". This must be the girl whose initials have recently appeared in the heart-shaped carving on the tree just below the tree house, his ""Private Club"". As the full moon begins to rise, shadows dance across the yard. The new lampposts illuminate the streets as the ground fog settles in. It is Halloween and one of the neighbors has just pulled up in his Cadillac Coupe DeVille to drop off some trick-or-treaters. Keeping an eye on the two, Mom offers a tray of refreshments. Her baby is growing up. His dog, Buddy, resting in the grass, has already given his approval. The family loves their neighborhood and the life they have built." |
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His First DayWith each scene, we watch the change of seasons and the progression of time. This painting brings to life the smell of autumn. The falling leaves color the ground as they float through the quiet stillness of the morning. The old house has undergone a transformation with new siding, a new porch, and the addition of a garage. As the school bus pulls around the corner, a mother tries to comfort her young son. While the driver waits, she gently tries to coax him out of his Radio Flyer. It's his first day of school and he doesn't want to leave the comfort of his mother's arms, the safety of his yard, or his trusted furry friend, "Buddy"! The family has put down roots here. There will be many more "first days", but none like this one. With trepidation, the youngster will soon take that first step onto the bus leaving, for the first time, the security of home. |
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His First Friend"In this, the first of seven in ""An American Portrait"", we embark on a journey through the life of a young American boy and his family. As we step into the world Terry Redlin has created for them, we are aware that the paintings are compilations of experiences many of us have shared. The story begins with the American dream of home ownership. Today, this young family is moving from the farm into town. They purchased a ""fixer-upper"". The old house needs some tender love and care; but for now, it is moving day. As they unpack the truck, they are filled with promise. This is the beginning of a whole new life for them and for their young son. Reflecting back on his own childhood, Terry Redlin remembers moving to town before first grade. In this scene, the young boy has a great surprise. He has just met his first friend, ""Buddy"". Terry remembers getting a dog after he moved to town, as well. ""My dog was an orphan my parents found at a dance. I named him Bootsie because he had four dark paws. Bootsie was my first friend."" The family is proud to have a place to call their own. We can sense the pride they feel. To watch their young son experience the unconditional love of the puppy fills their hearts with joy and makes moving day a little less traumatic for everyone." |
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His First GoodbyeAs the American flag waves brightly, we feel our hearts swell as this family prepares for "His First Good-Bye". Our young man has joined the military. Although filled with a great sense of pride, this day brings mixed emotions for Mom and Dad. His desire to serve his Country is honorable and his commitment true. As the taxi waits, Dad fumbles with his hands in his pockets, unsure of how to tell his son how proud he is and how much he loves him. Theirs has always been a quiet, unspoken bond. Mom, while trying to maintain her composure, is finding it hard to smile for the picture. Tied to the flagpole with his teddy bear near, Buddy watches carefully as his friend says good-bye. As he takes another look around, he remembers growing up here. His first friend, his first day, his first date! So many memories. He glances over at his car. Dad helped him put it up on blocks . It will remain there until he returns. |
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His First Graduation"It's a proud day. We have watched this boy grow into a young man. We have experienced with him the trials and tribulations of many firsts and today, his parents could not be more pleased to announce their son's graduation from high school. The car out front is the ""victory car"" with the treasured teddy tied to the hood. The bear as well as Buddy have been with him every step of the way. The graduate will soon go off to college and we see the preparations have already begun. His bicycle is up on the rack. Mom remembers how he mastered the art of ""throwing papers"" on his paper route from that very bicycle. The tree house is gone and his ""Private Club"" above the garage is all closed up. For this special occasion, Mom, like always, has been working to keep her yard looking its best - the greenest in the neighborhood! As Mom, Dad, our young man, and his girlfriend pose on the front porch, we see that this is a snapshot from many of our own lives." |
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His First HomecomingIn this, the fifth painting in "An American Portrait", Terry Redlin captures the icy stillness of a winter's night and the peaceful, quiet joy of "His First Homecoming". Our young man's new independence has not overshadowed his deep sense of family. It's only been a few months since he went away to school, but he is lonesome and homesick. As he pulls up to the snow-packed curb, the neighborhood sleeps. The only sound is the crunch of snow beneath his boots and the thump, thump, thump of Buddy's tail on the sidewalk. His arrival is unexpected. The cat patiently sits by the doorstep as our young man reunites with his dog. As he hugs his trusted friend, the steady wag of his tail tells us that Buddy has been waiting to see him, too. The full moon brightens the night sky; and tucked in, under a blanket of freshly fallen snow, his home awaits. Colorfully wrapped packages and a freshly cut evergreen will soon surprise his family. This will be a special holiday season for them all. In this painting, we are reminded of the peacefulness, the safety, and the comforts of home. |
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Homestead, TheThe warm sun and gentle breeze imbue this scene with a special nostalgia. Ample water, available corn and a friendly farmer all invite this flock of mallards to return again to familiar surroundings. |
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HometownAs the smoke from the surrounding chimneys wafts through the evening air, the deer slowly begin their nightly journey to the corn field just beyond the Lake View Bed and Breakfast. We can see, from the tracks in the snow, that this is their favorite route. The headlights encircling the skating rink tell us that the evening’s entertainment has begun. We can almost hear the muffled laughter and the scraping of skate blades across the ice. Although elements of this painting were inspired by the artist’s imagination, it is a familiar scene in hometowns across America. |
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Homeward BoundWith the freshly cut Christmas tree aboard, the whole family is enjoying its ride on the big flat bed sleigh. As they approach home Grandpa has noticed two mallards nestled in by the river. The family dog trails along, part of the festive group but alert to his own agenda. |
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House CallRegardless of the weather or hour, the country doctor was always “on call.” On this crisp winter evening he’s attending a patient in the upstairs bedroom. His transportation quietly waits below, tethered to a bucket of sand, the doctor’s convenient traveling hitching post. The illness we hope is minor and, after dispensing both physical and verbal medications, he will return to the warmth and security of his own home. |
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Hunter's HavenEvery sportsman can relate to this romantic image, if not as an actual place, then as an ideal constructed many times in the imagination. The tree sign conveys the essential message: "Welcome to Hunter's Haven, Have a Good Day." In this classic painting Terry Redlin shares with us a nostalgic remembrance from his youth. "It's the way I saw the world as a young boy," he says. "Those were the 'good old days,' my memory tells me, when the pace was a little slower, the birds more abundant and good friends everywhere." |
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Indian SummerMother Nature has paused in her annual cycle of seasons to lavish the countryside with a final breath of summer warmth. Two white-tailed deer, a doe and spectacular trophy buck, cautiously approach the creek, instinctively understanding that this mild weather reprieve is only a lingering prelude to harsh months ahead. |
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IntrudersThe grouse has been startled by unexpected visitors. The deer, appearing at the far end of the trail, are not a threat and will peacefully go about their normal activities. |
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Landing, TheThis ring-necked pheasant rooster treats us to a colorful display as he slips over the tall grass and, spreading his wings, brakes for a landing. |
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Landmark, TheAn aging sickle abandoned on the ridge provides a familiar bearing for the incoming mallards. Ironically, mother nature is slowly reclaiming the machine with the very element it was designed to control. Prairie grass has begun to cover this rusty relic, but by looking closely we can still see the jerry-rigged rims and bald tires, of all different vintages. |
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Lazy AfternoonAs the geese head for the cornfield behind the farmhouse, only the beating of their wings breaks the silence. The farmer has paused for supper, too, and down at the dock the fishing gear waits for him to try his luck before the sun goes down. Even the pets reflect the slower pace of life on the farm once the chores are done. This absence of activity is temporary, of course. The hunting dogs know that their busy season is approaching, and watch the passing geese with alert anticipation. The cats, always curious, have their eyes fixed on the darting fish that swim close to the water’s edge. |
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Leaving the SanctuaryThe deer are hesitating before venturing out of their deep woods sanctuary to cross the road. The sign informs us humans that there may be trouble on the other side, but curiosity is likely to prevail. In this serene atmosphere of autumn browns and oranges, sunlit faces and stands of white birch, we prefer to imagine that nothing could possibly happen to disturb the tranquility. |
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Lifetime CompanionsSportsmen and others who roam nature's wild places will appreciate what is about to occur. After hours of hunting, a father and son rest on the hillside as the retreating sun burnishes the landscape with its golden rays. They are hidden from the approaching geese by an old wagon. The geese will suddenly veer away. The man, boy and dog will look up in startled surprise. The father and son will silently share in one of nature’s memorable experiences. “It is one of those times I love best,” the artist remembers, “a magical moment that has the power to create lifetime companions.” |
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Lifetime FriendsOn this windy hill, father and son will soon test their new kite. The sun is slowly sinking below the horizon and the remaining light flickers across the landscape. The sound of the wind whistling through the trees reassures the duo that this might be the perfect time to let the kite soar! :I lived to fly kites!", Redlin said, "I would have what seemed to be thousands of feet of string and when the wind was out of the east and the sun was setting, I would let the kite soar. Sometimes, it would go so far I could no longer see my homemade kite, just the outstretched string." |
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Lights of HomeIn many ways small towns are alike. One of the most common similarities is the big house on the hill. On the highest point of land lives the town's banker, doctor, pioneer land owner or other prominent person. And often this residence is an active social center for the community. Such a story is recounted in this painting, a familiar remembrance from the artist's small town background. All the lights in the big house have been turned on, a sign of welcome for arriving guests. The dog knows from experience that when this happens company is expected, and he waits on the road with anticipation. Below the big house we see other familiar small town sights-the square, the church and, barely visible behind the house, the school building. The romantic spell of this cold and hazy evening is intensified by the glowing lights, and we can be readily transported back to an era when one took the time to get to know their neighbors. |
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Loner, TheThe soft, muddy bottom of this deep woods depression is an ideal location for the woodcock. Only the sunlight striking its golden breast violates its near perfect camouflage. |
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Master of the ValleyOften only the imagination allows us to travel in search of needed respite. In this majestic landscape Terry Redlin's art reaches one of these spiritual spaces, a pristine setting that relegates human strivings to their proper station. Here the grazing elk are prudent masters of their wilderness home, and also gentle reminders of the fragile nature of our environment. |
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Master's Domain, TheWithin a landscape of majestic proportions three elk pause, silently surveying their wilderness domain. We can easily imagine that only Indians, mountainmen and wildlife have ever traversed its secluded and pristine beauty. But these possibilities become insignificant in the presence of the mountain. Mute and seemingly eternal, it conveys to the surrounding terrain a sense of both beauty and supreme power. As we contemplate this scene we come to realize that man can best appreciate nature, and that its forces are beyond our understanding or ultimate control. |
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Migration DaysLiterally hundreds of thousands of waterfowl fill the skies during one week each spring. They have responded to a primordial urge to head north. Leaving their winter resting areas as far south as Central America, these graceful wanderers will guide their way to summer nesting areas in Canada and the northern tier of states. It's such a grand sight that those who have experienced this magic time count it among their most cherished memories. In this image, it appears the entire town has gathered to celebrate and share in the sounds and sights of the glorious migration flight. The honkers flying low are locals now having already arrived. But the blues and snow geese are flying high as they journey farther north. |
Minnesota 1981 Duck Stamp | |
Minnesota 1982 Trout Stamp | |
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Moonlight RetreatThis image is one of the artist's four "retreat" paintings, the other three illustrating a similar rustic cabin in the morning and the evening. In this version the day's hunt is over and the men relax inside trading tall tales, eating and perhaps enjoying refreshments. "The actual hunt is only one part of this grand experience," Terry Redlin comments. "Just as important and satisfying is being with old friends and getting away from it all in the great outdoors." At this moment, if the cabin occupants had taken a walk in the cool night air they would have been surprised by the low-flying honkers. |
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Morning ChoresIn this classic painting the artist has stopped time for one crystal clear moment. The early morning air is crisp and clean. Hints of the coming winter have formed icy edges around the marsh. As the sun emerges from behind the barn a light in the window indicates that the farmer, as well as the mallards, are up and busy at the start of a new day. |
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Morning FrostThe heavy frost glistens in the morning light. Winter is in the air. The icy coating is a precursor to the snow that will soon blanket the surroundings. As the horse-drawn wagon and its passengers leave the church and cross the covered bridge, only the dog knows the young boy is hiding there. As he crouched out of sight of the grown-ups, he is praying that he will not be discovered. He knows that with one bark, his secret will be revealed. |
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Morning GlowThe rising sun has just topped the distant tree line revealing a camper's tent and canoe. A white-tail buck and doe appear from the forest depth and cautiously approach the water's edge. The beginning of a new day has been signaled, and the tranquil mood suggests that in this corner of our world man and nature live in harmony. |
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Morning on the GreensIn this, the third image in Terry Redlin's "On the Greens" series, the artist illustrates how wildlife and man can coexist in close proximity. As dawn breaks, golfers on the far green begin their game while the swans in the conservation area peacefully settle on their nests. Only the errant golf balls in the stream indicate that the two groups sometimes interrupt each other's day. |
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Morning RetreatThe single gun leaning by the cabin door indicates the first hunter has arrived. The lighted window suggests he is awake, but on this first morning too late to see the mallard pair sweeping gracefully across the foreground. |
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Morning RoundsThe rural doctor did not work a nine-to-five job. Like the farmers he served, breakfast was before sunup and work already started as morning light broke over the horizon. But a country doctor’s demanding schedule offered clear advantages: the regenerative powers of solitude and nature, regular visits with old friends, and the satisfaction of knowing his efforts were appreciated. |
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Morning SolitudeIt’s that magical moment in the deep woods when the morning sun first slices through the thick underbrush to cover the landscape with its warm rays. The camper, an early riser, has loaded his fishing gear into the old wooden canoe and with his best buddy is headed out to catch breakfast. A few minutes downstream is a secluded lake, which, in this version of the story, is home to an ample supply of four to five pounders. High in the distant sky a flight of Canadas have also begun their daily search for food. And back near the tree line white-tailed deer, a buck and two does, apparently unthreatened by the visitors, quietly observe the action. |
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Morning SurpriseThroughout the night leaves have been falling and rest gently on the milkhouse roof and tractor hood. The two children have begun their morning chores. Suddenly the still air is broken as five mallards wing low through the trees. In startled surprise the children and pets look up to catch a fleeting glance. In a morning blink all is again silent and the business of the day will continue. Only the windmill's rotating squeak is heard as water cools the fresh milk stored in the pump house. On the porch cats wait patiently to enjoy any spillage. The artist remembers this idyllic scene from visits to his uncle's farm. "I was just a small boy then," he comments. "It was a wondrous time of day and, I think, God is very close on a morning like this." |
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Morning Warm UpDawn is breaking as the canoe-topped sedan and trailer loaded with decoys chugs up to Leslie’s Blacksmith Shop and Sports Store. Earlier arrivals, a friendly combination of farmers in their bib overalls and town folk in fancier outfits, are already warming up around the glowing forge. Terry Redlin fondly remembers scenes such as this from his boyhood. Leslie was a local entrepreneur who expanded his farm into a blacksmith service, then to a café wrap-around on his barn, and finally to cabins along the stream for overnight guests. Terry especially recalls the clank of the hammer and pungent aroma of hot metal. |
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National Waterfowl 1984 Stamp | |
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Natural CuriousityAll animals are curious. Deer are especially cautious, too. On this quiet summer day, Terry Redlin remembers the behavior of animals he watched in the fields as a kid. The rail fence serves as a protector for both the fawn and the colt allowing them the safety in which to satisfy their curiosity. The doe knowing all is well in front turns her head to watch for predators. Note the small trio of wildflower blooms in the foreground. Nature has found the perfect protected spot for these wayward seeds to flourish. |
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Nature's Sentinel"I have often wandered off alone into the woods," Terry Redlin comments, "and waited very quietly and still in one place for a long period. After awhile the birds, squirrels and other small animals have become comfortable with my presence and gone about their normal activities. But when deer have approached, these small creatures would begin to make a racket, sending out a warning that something strange and possibly dangerous was in the area. I've actually experienced this behavior several times. It's a bit eerie but, also, comforting to understand that nature's creatures seem to watch out for each other." |
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Night FlightIn 1983 Terry Redlin was named Ducks Unlimited Artist of the Year. This honor by the premier waterfowl conservation organization recognized both his artistic achievements and the many contributions to their on-going programs. The painting itself exemplifies what such efforts accomplish. As the geese pass over man and his works, they head for a spacious wetland area that has been preserved for their use. |
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Night HarvestWhile traveling through a rural area the artist became fascinated by the night combining. He stopped, wandered out into the fields and absorbed the flavor of its unique drama. Both this painting and Evening Surprise are beautiful treatments of the same theme. While city dwellers sleep the farmer, when the crops are ready, responds to an age-old imperative. |
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Night LightBoyhood experiences gave inspiration to the artist for this dramatic scene. During winter nights he hunted the countryside for cottontail rabbits, and yard lights from nearby farms became friendly beacons to guide him home. These snow geese, contrasted against the dark sky are attracted by the same lights, but unlike the artist have been directed to the wrong home. |
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Night MaplingDuring the long evening this deep woods "sugar shack" is the center of much activity. Inside workmen boil down the collected sap and carefully prepare the refined syrup for market. Outside two curious white-tailed deer have been attracted by the lights. Following the same pathways taken earlier in the day by the artist and his friends the deer pause, tempted by the sweet, still running maple sap. |
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Night on the TownThe farmer and his wife have hitched up the sleigh, bundled the kids against the winter air, and are headed into town for last minute holiday errands. Their dog was told to stay home but, sensing the festive atmosphere, decided to tag along. As they arrive at the edge of town only he notices the deer watching with alert curiosity from a nearby knoll. In this nostalgic scene, Terry Redlin re-creates warm memories from a time past when people traveled just a little slower and always had time to visit with friends and neighbors. |
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Night WatchIt's that special time in early evening when the western horizon still reflects a dim light and the stars are beginning to assert their rightful presence in the night sky. Standing in silence, the two white-tailed deer watch this transfer of colors and listen to faint sounds from the small town in the flats. |
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O Beautiful for Spacious Skies“I have great admiration for those pioneers who left the security of their homes and headed west in covered wagons. So much land, so much sky. A whole new world opened up to them. This picture attempts to capture that sense of adventure and the grandeur of the immense western landscape. As one of the guides inspects a wagon wheel and talks with the driver, a lone eagle soars high overhead, symbolizing a sense of freedom that the young country was experiencing.” |
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October EveningIn this image we are invited to relive a romantic range of experiences. Below the hill we see the deserted hunting lodge, and in the distance a wide expanse of water and marsh. In the foreground, partially buried, is a discarded wagon wheel that once carried someone's now forgotten dreams. The silhouetted shocks are surrounded by pumpkins waiting to become part of some home's Halloween festivities. The mallards, ignorant of such human activities, are interested only in the corn to satisfy today's hunger. |
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Office HoursAfter completing the day’s rounds, the doctor has returned to his office to pick up messages, finish necessary paperwork and plan tomorrow’s schedule. The horse, too, is at the end of a tiring day and waits patiently for the short trip home. Other villagers have retired for supper, but the bank owner will return soon to take in the flag. The distinctive church is re-created from an actual structure near the artist’s boyhood home. |
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Old Logger's TrailWinding through the trees with the sun breaking on their backs, a pair of grouse take advantage of the clearing made by early loggers. This painting was created from an actual scene near the artist's cabin. |
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On the AlertAs the buck leans down to feed on the exposed grass, the cautious doe listens intently, separating natural sounds of the wind from potential danger. Man, we see, has already left his mark on the land- a stump at the side of the frozen creek and the cleared field behind. These white-tailed deer will soon move silently away, leaving only tracks as evidence of their visit. |
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Our FriendsAs the farmyard light softly diffuses through the evening haze we are treated to a minor drama. An orphan dog has wandered onto the farm and lies nestled down, half hidden among the established pets. His acceptance by the other animals was easily accomplished. But the human’s reaction to another animal visitor is unknown. The pooch understands instinctively that his best chance for a comfortable new home is to be nearly invisible as long as his status here is in doubt. The sign, “Please Pet Our Friends,” clearly informs us, however, that on this farm there is space and time and love enough for all God’s creatures. |
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Over the BlowdownDuring high water years shoreline trees often succumb to the undercutting of waves. This blown down position makes an interesting composition as the trees, like the geese, strain into the wind. |
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Over the RushesThese mallards have decided to set down for a moment and rest in the natural protection of a small slough. The stiff head wind bends the long flowing marsh grasses, creating an appropriate complement to the graceful mallards approaching their landing. |
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Passing ThroughThe elk herd is keenly aware of the occupied line shack cabin below. Moving quietly, they give it wide berth and make their way through a dead fall area in the foothills. |
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Patiently WaitingAs the sun sets behind a hillside barn, two hunting dogs patiently wait for the farmers to finish harvesting. Overhead, a flight of honkers head for their evening resting place. The old pickup truck carries all necessary gear: shotgun, decoys, boat, lunch and welding equipment (handy for quick in-the-field repairs). Note the fishing pole topped with a red flag. You only need to lose your truck once in the tall slough grass! This classic scene nostalgically revisits a new remote rural way of life experienced by few, but fondly remembered by many. |
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Peaceful EveningAn early winter snow has covered the ground, but melted as it fell into the still open lake. The cabin owners have shoveled their walk and driveway and no longer use the warm weather balcony. The pheasants unlike their neighbors, require neither path nor amenities to live on the land and meet their elemental needs. |
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Pleasures of Winter, TheIn this peaceful scene the children excitedly point out the mallards flying low overhead. The proud Belgians, the warmly bundled family, the crisp country air and the fading sun all convey the essential meaning of "pleasures of winter." We are reminded of a more innocent time when the countryside was at peace with itself and traditional family values reigned. |
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Prairie MonumentsThe deserted crossroads elevator was once at the center of a thriving farm community. It now stands mute, a victim of man's progress. In the foreground freshly stacked hay bales seem to mock, in both form and substance, the abandoned elevator. Their presence indicates man still occupies the land, but with a new set of priorities. The only witnesses to this transition are the calmly feeding pheasants. |