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Never Turn Your Back On A Wave!

01102017_thirdwavetooktheshell_aopSO LONG, SHELL!

This is the last photo ever to be taken of this pretty little shell.

Can you see the 2nd wave in the background? Well, behind it was an even bigger 3rd wave. In a matter of about 15 seconds, I was knee-deep in a powerful salt water surge, wobbling to stay on my feet, while the shell was quickly confiscated by the sea.

I politely asked the waves to give it back, but alas, that shell was long gone, baby!

I know, I know: Never Turn Your Back On A Wave.

Oh well, at least this farewell-to-the-shell photo turned out nice. ūüôā

Happy Monday, friends. ‚ô•

AmyO.

 

(Photo: AmyOakleyPhotography.com)

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Rescue Heroes Save The Day!

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One of the many benefits of staying in Port Aransas is that when someone finds an injured marine bird or marine turtle, there is a non-profit organization called the ARK that will help.

This pelican appeared to have a broken wing, and was fighting against the rising tide trying to carrying him out to sea.

I quickly called Animal Rehabilitation Keep (ARK) at UT Marine Science Institute, and within 20 minutes, ARK founder Tony Amos himself arrived on the scene.

I believe this was his son who made the brave capture of the wounded pelican.

The ARK does so much good work on Mustang Island & St. Jo’s, and I’m proud that a portion of my beach photography sales from Amy Oakley Photography is donated to support ARK & Friends of the ARK.

¬°Feliz Navidad from the San Antonio River Walk!

SONY DSCA few days ago, I¬†drove up to San Antonio to enjoy a Christmas party with team members from my “day job” as virtual marketing assistant.

It was worth the 3-hour drive from Port Aransas just to see these lights!

There were some reports that the San Antonio River Walk had less lights than last year, but I didn’t notice. It certainly looked colorful and beautiful. The food at the Iron Cactus was delicious as always.

After dinner, we went over to the Alamo and took some fun team photos in front of the historical landmark.

All in all, a fantastic visit. ¡Feliz Navidad!

 

(Photo: Amy Oakley Photography)

Super Patience for the Supermoon!

I finally got one!

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I left the island by ferry boat late yesterday afternoon, then drove over to Rockport Beach to view the Supermoon.

It¬†was a splendid blood red shade as it peeked over the horizon of the Texas Coastal Bend tonight. There were lots of “oohs & aahs” from the friendly crowd who gathered to admire the brilliant celestial globe gliding higher into the night sky.

While it was the second night of Supermoon gazing for some, it was the first time we had a chance to see it!

This past Sunday night, while everyone else was sharing beautiful photos of the Supermoon, Port Aransas was blanketed under a thick layers clouds to the east that blocked our view. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t find beauty elsewhere in the sky!

The edge of those thick clouds made for a magnificent backdrop as the sun’s final light descended behind the western horizon.

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Later that same evening, the skies tried to clear up. Unfortunately, high-level clouds continued to obstruct my view of the Supermoon like a well-paid celebrity bodyguard.

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Several people I’ve met here on the island say that there will be one last chance to see this historic Supermoon with the moon rise tonight.

Hopefully, those pesky clouds will stay away! If not, I’m sure I’ll still find something beautiful in the sky.

Blessings to you,

AmyO.

Keeping A Promise To Myself

11142016_marinasunriseLast night before I went to bed, I said, “I want to be up by 6am so I can take sunrise photos.” At 5:58am this morning, I woke gently, without an alarm.

I thought, “Whoa, that’s cool, but maybe I’ll sleep for five more minutes.”

A voice inside said, “You asked for this. Don’t ask and then not act, or future requests may not be taken seriously.”

So I got up, walked the dogs, and was out the door with camera in hand at 6:35am.

It was such a beautiful morning, with heavy dew that looked like diamonds on the grass. A pod of dolphins was getting warmed up for the day with what appeared to be morning exercises in a watery nook off the ship channel.

A few minutes after taking this photo, a thick fog rolled in, making it hard to see anything 10 feet in front of me! Had I not honored my promise to wake up, I would have slept right through this opportunity!

Words are powerful, even when they’re only spoken to one’s self.

Have a wonderful day, my friends, and I wish you abundant blessings in whatever is on your schedule today.

My Journey To The Austin Film Festival!

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Ten years ago, I was a Reader for the 2006 Austin Film Festival’s screenplay competition.

This time around, I’m on the other side of the judging, & attending the event as a 2nd Rounder in the Comedy category for my feature-length screenplay, ParentsMatchU.com.

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PS – Hey Mom,
Thanks for driving me up to Austin today to pick up my Conference Badge for the 2016 Austin Film Festival. You maneuvered downtown traffic like a champ!

A True Story: Four friends, an old Cajun man, a Hanging Tree, some vultures, a rural cemetery, and- a dog!

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Last Saturday, we found this little dog all alone in a rural cemetery halfway between Seguin and Nixon, Texas. He sitting in front of a tombstone as still as a statue. It was pure luck (or serendipity!) that we found him.

So grab some popcorn, and settle in for a true short story about four friends, an old Cajun man, a hanging tree, some vultures, a rural cemetery, and- a dog!

It all started when Lorelei and her friend Kim drove from Waco to Seguin last Saturday since they had tickets to an evening tour of a haunted hotel. Since they were so close by, my friend Cheryl & I drove from San Antonio to meet them for an early dinner at Tavern on the Creek in Seguin. (So delicious!)

Apparently an “old Cajun man” told Lorelei and Kim about a haunted Hanging Tree on a dirt road near the town of Nixon that was a must to visit if you wanted a genuine hair-raising paranormal experience.

So, with a couple of hours to kill (no pun intended) before their evening haunted hotel tour, we decided to drive in search of this Hanging Tree. (Which in itself is a big deal, because I tend to stay far, far, far away from all things haunted, but for whatever reason I was game for the adventure… anyway…)

As we turned down side roads, traveling farther and farther away from town, we saw a couple of vultures! But Lorelei assured us vultures actually have a positive connotation* (see footnote), so we all took deep breaths, shared a few nervous laughs, and continued on.

A few minutes later, I spotted a Texas Historical Marker sign and asked if we could stop at it. (In hindsight, don’t horror movies always start with someone saying, “Hey, let’s stop”?!)

Lo and behold, the marker was in front of a small, very quiet, gated cemetery in the middle of nowhere with large oak trees that I’m sure look spooky at night.

As we read the historical sign, I saw what looked like a stuffed animal in front of a headstone. “Is that a dog?” (Famous last words to an animal rescuer, ha!)

Yes, it indeed was a little dog. All alone.

He was very scared, and didn’t make any movement until we got close to him, then he crawled submissively to us and rolled over on his back.

We whistled in case maybe there were other dogs or puppies (there weren’t). The little dog had a few fleas, but otherwise looked to be in excellent health.

So we loaded up the pup, and – with fingers crossed for luck – went looking for his family. We drove a quarter mile here, a quarter mile there to see if any neighbors recognized this little guy. No luck, so we ditched our search for the Hanging Tree and headed back to town.

Since everyone else had a husband or boyfriend saying, “Cute, but NO!”, the little dog went home with me.

I named him “Spud” and he is a wonderful dog! He’s about a year old, potty-trained, crate-trained, doesn’t bark, doesn’t whine, doesn’t chew things up or scratch on the RV bathroom door. He’s friendly, walks well on a leash, and all around happy (but like a magnet to me).

I took him to Banfield on Sunday morning for a microchip scan, and since there was no chip, he got a collar, dog food, flea treatment and dog bed at PetSmart thanks to a farewell gift card a couple of months ago from my Waco rescue friends, Michelle, Fallon, Julie, Dot, Kim, Danielle and Casey.

On Tuesday, I took Spud to a Vanguard low-cost vaccination clinic for full vaccinations, heartworm test (Negative! Yay!), heartworm prevention and dewormer. I have requested an appointment from the local low-cost spay/neuter clinic for neuter and microchip. Hope to hear back from them soon.

Spud gets along “like peas and carrots” with my rescue dog Sofie Darla, and people keep asking if I’m going to keep Spud. For now, my answer is “I’m keeping him until he gets neutered, then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

I am still checking lost/found pet sites near the area, just in case anyone is looking for him, but I know the odds are low.

On the bright side, this whole experience has spurred a couple of new short story ideas about puppies in the cemetery… paranormal is not my usual genre, but I’m always open to new ideas, especially when there is a happy ending for a little dog. ‚̧

By the way, I wonder if we were to go back to look for that old Cajun man if he’d still be there. Maybe he was that little dog’s guardian angel. Or maybe the little dog saved us from paranormal ambush at the haunted Hanging Tree… We’ll never know. (Insert Vincent Price evil laugh here!)

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* Vulture Animal Totem: The Vulture is the symbol of death and rebirth, the mother symbol, and represents purification. For those with this totem, you will be noticed more for what you do than how you appear… The Vulture promises us that no matter how difficult things are at the moment, rescue and change are imminent. (~http://linsdomain.com/totems-t-v.htm)

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS – A Girl & Her Dad

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My Dad announces sporting events for North East Independent School District in San Antonio.

This past Friday night, I got to help out as a “Spotter” during the Division 6A Madison vs. Warren high school football game at Comalander Stadium.

As Spotter, it was my job to report which player(s) made the tackle, intercepted the ball, scored the touchdown! The halftime shows by both marching bands, flags/color guard & spirit groups were spectacular & flawless.

The experience brought back a flood of wonderful memories, both as a Madison alumna & as a former Sports Editor for the “North San Antonio Times.”

PS – The Madison Mavericks won 27-3. Go Mavs!

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Rack ‘Em Up! A Night Out With One Of My BFFs

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Last night was¬†“Girls Night Out” with my BFF Cheryl, woot woot!

We pretty much alternate who wins the game, and the other half of the fun is picking our favorite 70s, 80s and 90s songs at the jukebox so we have happy music while we play.

Lots of laughter, sharing¬†old memories, making¬†of new memories… it’s the best!

It’s simple moments like these that remind how incredibly blessed I am to have a close circle of inspirational, fun, talented, and fully trusted “soul sisters” in my life.

Even if we’re not always close by, we’re always close at heart.

 

Washing Away The Worries

06192016_RainsDuring the past few weeks, I’ve been struggling with several significant personal questions, such as whether to reconsider my RV summer travel plans, how to best assist a couple of animal welfare groups that are important to me, and to figure out why I was feeling so uninspired creatively.

After chatting with close family members and “inner circle” friends who I’m confident have my best interest at heart (as I do them), I discovered answers to most of my concerns, as well as a sense of relief that lifted my spirits!

Then, almost like a gesture of celebration, a large lone rain cloud formed overhead that same afternoon, which released a gentle but steady rain shower that lasted at least 30 minutes. As I laughed and lifted my arms to greet the cool raindrops pitter-pattering on my face, it was like they were washing away the last of my worries, and filling me with a sense of peace, purpose and gratitude.


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