Family holiday
622 creative works found
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A notice board at the university of Sydney – first week of the academic year mid year break. This was all about the work, sweat and tears and then liberation from study during uni break time – beach / surf / play. Image copyright © 2007, Robert Knapman. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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A family outing caught in acryllic and ink on MDF.
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These two posed very well for me. I seemed to mind the cold more than they did, imagine that? LOL
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This was taken at Walt Disney World (Nov.2007).
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after a long day fishing and playing we sat here on the jetty at Kingfisher Bay to watch the sun set on a beautiful day…
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Keeping warm was a challenge at this year’s Christmas parade. A number of local businesses gave out free coffee, cookies, and hot chocolate to help parade-goers maintain a healthy temperature. / ........................................................................ / / / ..................................... / Click here to add me to your watch list. / .....................................
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I loved the colour and texture of this old suitcase that I spotted in Bo’Ness Railway station in Scotland. Bo’Ness is a small town on the banks of the River Forth which is home to a very well preserved steam railway. The old station has been extremely well preserved as an early 20th century train station. This photograph won 1st prize in Stirling and District Camera Club’s Annual Print competition for 2008.
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Acrylic on Canvas. Thirty years ago I saw these ceramic sculptures at a home art show that I had visited. I couldn’t afford to buy the figures but I was inspired to paint them to hang on my bare walls to keep company with my bed, my chair and me. The song was inspired by the art and the breakup that happened at the time. / Do You Ever Wonder? / RoyAllenHunt © April 13, 2006 Do you ever wonder where you and I would be, if we hadn’t let love sink under the deep blue sea, if, we had kept friends and family out of the way, if we hadn’t let jealousy rule the day? Maybe we could have made it then. Why didn’t we decide on that back when? Oh, if we could only start all over again. Do you ever wonder about lovers in the movies? They sometimes stay together right thru the closing scene. Does love really last forever like that? Or is it only on the silver screen? Ah, but we saw thru lover’s eyes. We were blinded by passion’s fire. Never suspecting love could die, when it’s fueled only by burning desire. Do you ever wonder why those feelings go by so fleetingly? If we’re not touching and sweating, there’s something else that love needs. And when it’s not forthcoming love up and leaves. Do you ever wonder where you and I would be, if we hadn’t let love sink under the deep blue sea, if, we had kept friends and family out of the way, if we hadn’t let jealousy rule the day? Maybe we could have made it then. Why didn’t we decide on that back when? Oh, if we could only start all over again. Do you ever wonder where you and I would be, if we hadn’t let love sink under the deep blue sea? Featured in the “Lyrical Visions” and the “Inspired Art” groups. Thank you to the hosts. Featured in “The New Beat Generation” on 7-25-09. My thanks to the hosts. / /
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Sony DSC F717 Digital Photo, Photoshop enhanced, inspired by the story told below and the song that follows. / / Decades ago I lived in a one bedroom apartment at Rendall Pl. in Silver Lake, CA. It was a quaint little place. There were only two units built above a two car garage with a single entry way and walk up to the individual flats on either side of the stairway. The layout was identical in both abodes. My neighbors were a young very good looking couple. She was an up and coming model and designer. He was the lead singer songwriter of a popular band in SoCal. We were very cordial at first but gradually warmed and became more than passing acquaintances. I attended different venues at their invitation. We partied all over town. We ate together, had cocktails often and shared many a joint during our late night chats. These two were very into each other. They were so hot that you could actually envision yourself romantically with either one of them as I did on more than one occasion. Anyway, as I mentioned before our apartments were identical which made it difficult to keep any animal urges quiet enough so that we couldn’t hear each other. You see, our beds were in the exact same position on either side of our bedroom walls through necessity. There was no other way to fit a bed of any size unless one knocked out a wall. And the walls, huh, they did nothing for privacy. I could hear every grunt, moan and fevered whisper, and feel their bumps, grinds and vibrations as I lay alone in my own bed. Not being much of a voyeur, I convinced myself that I wasn’t interested in their coupling. I made half hearted attempts to shut out the sounds and the visions they conjured up in my mind by meditating. That didn’t work at all. I’d throw my arm over my head in frustration. When I did this my hand would thud against the wall. My God, I could even feel the heat permeate right thru to my side. ‘Wait a minute, did I just hear, did they, did one of them, did both of them just say my name?’ It had to be my imagination. I could feel hands on my body. One thing for sure they didn’t belong to me. One of my hands was clenched tightly by my side and the other was still pressed against the wall above my head. ‘Oh wow!’ I could feel myself becoming him and then becoming her and then him and her again. I panted and writhed in the grip of this unnatural commingling. Until, with the suddenness of thunder after already having seen the lightning strike in the distance, my whole consciousness was shattered into a million slivers that fell like broken crystal all about me. I slipped into a deep sleep the likes of which had not been felt since the Titans of lore slumbered. ‘Damn you Timothy Leary and those trips I took once upon a time.’ This went on for over a year, the strange relationship of theirs, of ours. Was I attracted to them and were they attracted and attached to me? Nothing more than long hugs and pecks and kisses ever passed between us. So neither one of us ever bothered to try and figure it out. Besides, too much scrutiny would invite the wrong kinds of conclusions. I avoided all flirtations from either of them and was careful not to do any flirting of my own. I was content with, what was to my mind anyway, the mystical thing we shared. That following summer was busy for all of us. We got together socially as often as our schedules would permit. The young lady’s career was beginning to take off and required her to travel quite often. I was also traveling courtesy of the off shore oil drilling company that I worked for. The young man was heavily into the rock scene, his band played gigs up and down the West Coast. One weekend I was returning from a four day symposium in New York and was so dog tired that I left my luggage in the hallway and climbed into bed fully clothed and promptly fell to sleep. I would awaken several times through the night to the sounds of the boys in the band practicing as quietly as they could, some new material, playing poker and generally shooting the breeze. They’re numbers dwindled until there were only one or two more band mates with my young neighbor. At some point they must have gone out, when I came awake again there was only stillness in their flat. I got up, undressed and snacked on something, took a pee and went back to bed and to sleep. Around, 2:30 or 3:30 in the morning. I awoke to the sounds of love making. I assumed the girl had returned and that they were catching up on lost time. I was too tired to participate however and went back to sleep. I didn’t see much of them in the next couple of weeks because I was so busy and rarely at home. When I did see them the dynamic seemed to have changed, something was wrong. There was tension between them that made our conversations uneasy. I gave them their space. One day I saw them having a heated discussion and saw her snatching her hand away from his. They rushed into their apartment. That same night I heard angry whispers coming through the wall and sensed something beautiful coming to an end. Around midnight they’re voices became more strained but still hushed. I heard him say “Come on, stay. Let’s work this out!” There was no reply. There was only the rustling of clothing and the dragging of something across the bare floor. He continued to implore her not to go as I heard her high heels going down the stone stairs. He shouted “F** you then!” and slammed the door shut behind her. I heard the outer door slam shut seconds later. Saddened, emotionally and physically drained by what was happening to my young lovers, I fell into an exhausted sleep. A week went by I didn’t see either of them and heard nothing coming through the walls. Their mail was in piles at their door. That weekend I was out partying with some of my own friends and came home rather late. Their mail had been collected and I could see light coming from under the door. More than a little high, I made my way into my apartment and proceeded to get something to eat hoping to stave off the morning after hangover. I staggered into the bedroom, undressed and started eating my snack on the side of the bed. I heard the young man’s anxious pleas coming through the wall as he spoke to his missing lady love over the phone. There was crying and apologies and more crying and uncertain promises that gave way to his hopeless confession… *Listen to this song We Were Going Down / (It Only Happened Once) / RoyAllenHunt © February 4, 2007 It only happened once, we were out having fun didn’t mean to do you wrong, I really didn’t want to do you wrong. You were out of town nobody else was around. A few drinks later we were going down. It was just that one time. I can’t tell you a lie. But it wasn’t anything about you it was just something I thought I wanted to do. It only happened once, we were just having fun. Didn’t really mean to do you wrong. I didn’t want to do you wrong. I know it’s hard to take. And I Hope you don’t think it’s too late, too late for us. I wish you’d come back to try it all again. I wish you’d give me one more chance to prove that I can be everything you need. It only happened once. Why don’t you believe me? Why don’t you believe me? Remember when we used to be everything to each other the very air we lived and breathed? Remember how we made plans to travel all over the land and what we would do when we got back to our little house of romance. We’d shut the door on the world outside and in our loving nest we two would hide. It only happened once, we were just having fun. Please come back home! You were out of town nobody else was around a few drinks later we were going down, down, down. It was just that one time I’m not telling you a lie. No, I’m not lying. Alright, okay. Maybe I always felt this way. Maybe I even thought about it before and I hope I won’t do that anymore. Baby, please…don’t let us go. It only happened once, we were out having fun. Didn’t really mean to do you wrong. I didn’t want to do you wrong.
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FEATURED in the “Exceptional Ekphrasis Group” / FEATURED in the “I Got The Music In Me Group” 11-21-09 / Pencil drawing and digital photo. Created with Corel Painter and Adobe Photoshop. When I was a young man I saw Sarah Vaughn in concert . She sat down at the piano and played this really jazzy classical sounding piece and began to sing. The memory of that experience resonates with me even today. One afternoon I sat down and played my old Korg DW-8000. Not being a musician by any stretch of the imagination, I was pleased with how my excercise came out. I listened to it while I showered and began to sing. I jumped out of the shower in a rush, wrapped myself in a towel and still wet, recorded “One Afternoon” as the voice in my head dictated. Here is the end result. BTW I know I don’t really sound like her! The drawing of myself at a babygrand piano, which I don’t have, is inspired by the whole experience and is being uploaded at the request of long-time friend Kerry L. One Afternoon for Sarah Vaughn / RoyAllenHunt © July 6, 2006 While waiting one afternoon I sat down and composed this tune. Not really knowing what to say, the words just came out this way. I really must get up and shower. I must be somewhere within the hour. La, la, la, la, la, la… I don’t have time to wait. I mustn’t stop or hesitate. I really must be on my way. All those things out there waiting for me need to be tended to don’t you see? Please forgive me if I must go. So long now don’t you know? While waiting one afternoon I sat down and composed this tune. Not really knowing what to say, the words just came out this way. La, la, la, la, la, la… /
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Digital photograph Photoshop enhanced. My neighbor Kim adopted this animal shelter rescue, named for her beautiful blue eyes. She like the picture so much that she decided to purchase a medium framed print. To date it is my one and only sale on RB. Beautiful, Beautiful Blue When I exit my door there sits she on the sill looking out at me. I always wave and call her name “Blue”. Her meow seems to say hello also to you. I step up to the glass. There, my hand I press. She comes over to the pane, bows her head as if to accept my carress and my own to bless. Beautiful, beautiful blue, you are part of me now and I, now, am part of you. Beautiful, beautiful blue.
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(Same one as Merry Christmas, but different writing)
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*All proceeds of sales are donated to the Hope Animal Shelter You can find more products at my ZAZZLE gallery: How about some matching Bonnie postage!! :D
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This was a request to have no text, but if anyone would like me to type anything else on my images please let me know and I can repost it! Thanks :D Or with text:
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Bonnie Claus is coming to town!! ;D *All proceeds of sales are donated to the Hope Animal Shelter These Christmas cards are also available:
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To all you talented and creative people out there in bubbleland. This is to wish you and your families a wonderful holiday season. / Please note this image can be made available without the writing. /
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Valentine series, more to come soon!
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Here’s my oldest boy paddling out just like me to watch the sunset after a very hot summer’s day. And yes, here I’m also in the water after him with the camera! / It’s similar to ‘My sunset’ but I wanted to share this one also :o) Nikon D200 / 18-200mm lens / processed in RAW with only the contrast and colour slightly upped, the rest is all real! No photoshop as I have already been asked.
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oldschool Easter bunny sitting on an empty beach, Crete 2009 FEATURED IN REDBUBBLE ART&PHOTOGRAPHY May 2009
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Featured in the “This is Relevant” and the “Good News” groups on the same day 6/21/09. WOW! My thanks to the Hosts / It has been written, it has been said… that God is the highest that our souls can reach, the highest vision that we can see within ourselves. That to atone is to be at one with creation, in essence to be in harmony with all that is. This then is in homage to the most high. In April, 2008 Steve Morton from Canada sent me an instrumental that he had written and recorded called “Rejoice” and asked me to try to come up with something. That same day his music inspired me to write the song “Rejoice.” I had purchased “Faces of Africa” and saw a photo of a little Masai girl leaping through the air in shear joy. It spoke perfectly to the spirit of the music and to the song. I drew my version of the picture with RoseArt colored pencils in honor of Drawing Day on June 6, 2009, and called it “Rejoice.” The image here was enhanced with Photoshop’s plastic filter and textured on canvas. The image and the song, to my mind, express harmony, inspiration and rejoicing. (Click the following title to hear the song) Rejoice! / Words & Melody written & performed by RoyAllenHunt / Music Composed & performed by Steve (Morty) Morton © April 28, 2008 When I woke up this morning and I opened up my eyes I took that first God given breath and with it I realized what a great, great joy it is just to be alive with the whole day in front of me to bring the dream to the light. Give us this day our daily bread, grant us grace not to war but live in peace instead, to love each other just as you have said and one voice that we may all sing and Rejoice. There’s no need to live in fear if we—to one rule adhere. Treat each other as sisters and brothers holding each other dear, loving while we can. We may not pass this way again. And what a shame should they leave before they understand in them we Rejoice. Some will not respond to the call. They may not come at all. But others will hear and echo too and in their thoughts and deeds, follow through and they too will - Rejoice - in everything they say. Rejoice every step along the way. Rejoice and pass this sure thing on. Rejoice and many will sing along. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! / Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! They may not come at all. But others will hear you and in their thoughts and deeds they’ll follow through and they too will Rejoice - in everything they say. Rejoice every step along the way. Rejoice and then pass this sure thing on. Rejoice and many will sing along. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
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Acrylic and textural mediums on canvas Close up of ‘Family Reunion’ FEATURED in ‘Art and Dis(ease)’ September, 2009
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My Brownies :) A friend to me did these brownies and I bought them from her with the little house long time ago. / You could read more about it here: / Wikipedia and here Wikipedia)
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My Brownies :) A friend to me did these brownies and I bought them from her with the little house long time ago. / You could read more about it here: / Wikipedia and here Wikipedia)
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commissioned work for a friend…. this is her family’s farm back in Ireland. She plans to give this to her parents for their Christmas gift – to hang on their newly painted walls. I hope they like it. xoxo
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