Red Fern Art compositions by Caithleen Carter Steeves

Drizzling spring morning thoughts

To be here is to see hear and become acquainted with the rain, sunshine,magestic waters .All things Maritime are in a highly unique way created and shaped by the sea.I hope you gain a perspective of what we are, what we are becoming, and what we cherish as Maritimers. Tapah leat!

Saturday, March 27, 2010




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Faraway




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This is a time of wondering
what soft cloud can conviction find
Where is the day of deliverance
When will the sun shine

You move in wonder through my dreams
the morning light a blessing on what seems
so far, so true, not dwelling here
a song, a dish, a broom swept up in forms along the way
the madness blessed at the dimming of the day
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sacred




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Reverance remembered

The Clans


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perfection




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gentely on




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deer lake Ontario the "American Dream"




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for a Maritimer in the 70's this was the place to be and make your fortune!!
300 kms north of Toronto
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Bear River




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Brier Island




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astra




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retreat mink




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Mink




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fishing




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Sweet love of summer
Sweet love of life
Throw kisses all round me
Without end
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Spring

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Through the mists on the lake
swallows flit and flutter on the wind
Moving southward mists tempered
to the frosty waters,mists touching water
rising like fog over rocks over trees
rising up so fast they touch the sky then poof they dissappear
altogether.
The swallos dart to the far shore
The mists slow its afternoon ways
And all of nature unhurls springtime renewal
An incubator of seeds birthing new life
The mists the swallows the rocks witnessing creation
Spring

Friday, March 26, 2010

timeing

Amber sunlight filters unto the cabin
like a stage well lite
against the grey black drunken sky
Light      Cabin

Dancing hardwoods
leanning against the cabin
like arching ballerinas
out over the lake

soft frozen snow
line after line of
dark fur and pine swaying
like chorus girls
in winter winds

White specks of snows break through the amber light