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Following “A Feeling” – Saving A Life

Do you ever just *feel* like you’re supposed to be someplace, and even though you initially resist, you go anyway, only to realize there was definitely a reason for your being drawn there?

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Earlier this week, I went in search of a new location to take photos of the full moon rising.

First stop was the Marina, but I didn’t like the view of the horizon. Next, I drove to a pier, but it was too crowded.

Instead, the “feeling” led me down a deserted side road with a great view of the horizon, but after setting up my tripod, I kept hearing rustling coming from down in the gaps of the large red jetty rocks. Upon closer inspection, I spotted a scared, injured trapped seagull.

Fortunately, the renowned wildlife rescue facility on Mustang Island was just up the road, so without hesitation, I ran to get help.

The professionals came quickly, and it was an easy catch for them. They said the injured seagull’s wings were sorely battered, where s/he had probably been trying to get out of there all day. Luckily, they expect the seagull to make a full recovery after some TLC & rest.

There’s no doubt “Intuition” led me to that deserted spot this evening, and there’s one lucky little bird with one heck of a guardian angel.

After all, angels have wings, too.

By the way, here is one of the photos I got of the full moon, complete with a pelican may have witnessed entire rescue scene.

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Are You Still A Writer Or What? The Struggles of a Writer/Photographer

For the past month, my life has been consumed with photography – bordering addiction, I happily admit. When I’ve got a camera in hand, I find myself excited, soothed, inspired, focused and alive!

My newfound passion for photography has left little time to write fiction.

So am I still a writer?

Since childhood, I’ve enjoyed dreaming up stories about characters who cross my imagination, then putting those visions into words on paper. So why would I question whether I was still a writer?

Back in June, I completed a feature-length Romantic/Comedy screenplay that I’d been working on for about 18 months. It was a joy – and a relief – to send it off to three screenwriting contests.

My plan was to jump right in to the next major project, yet I could not seem to “commit” to any one story. I tried a variety of tactics to force myself to choose a new writing project: bribing myself with goodies, denying simple pleasures, and everything in between.

So I picked up my camera in order to redirect my frustration.

WOW! I had forgotten how much fun this could be!

Granted, my Journalism degree required several photography classes, and my job as a sports editor and reporter at newspapers and magazines usually required that I provide my own photos for the articles. However, so much has changed with the introduction of digital photography that it’s been like a whole new adventure!

With my camera in tow, I could spend hour after hour taking pictures of sea shells and sand dollars…

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…or capturing images of photos of sailboats on a sunny Saturday afternoon…

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…or dolphins as they bring a ship into the channel at dusk…

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…or a pelican on the jetty waiting for a fisherman to throw her a fish…

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…or delicate flowers radiant after an island shower…

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…nightly festivities at a popular marina hangout…

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…or slow shutter speeds to create unique “painting with lights” images.09222015_AntiqueWhiteLights_BEST

The hours spent taking photos seemed to fly by in a blink of an eye – much like when I’m writing.

Therefore, instead of fighting this passion for photography, perhaps my current project isn’t writing, but instead seeing the beauty all around me with fresh eyes and new perspective though the lens of a camera.

Artistic expression is limitless, abundant and evolving. I am and always will be a writer, but that’s only a part of my creative soul.

Where will photography take me? I have no idea, but I promise you that I’m going to enjoy the ride!

Make it happen,

AmyO.

Photography Opening A Whole New World

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These small ordinary white flowers had gone unnoticed by me for the past few weeks.

Today they caught my attention, so I stopped to take their photo. I never realized how delicate and colorful they are.

My renewed passion for photography is helping to “open my eyes” to the beauty that is surrounding me, if I’ll simply slow down to notice it. I feel like I’m seeing a whole new world!

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Finding Graceful Balance

Aug. 17, 2015
While walking on the beach this evening, I pondered why so many things in my life still seem out of control. Wasn’t the beach setting supposed to bring much-anticipated balance back to my world?

As I continued to stroll along the breezy shoreline, I was softly reminded that Balance, just like Happiness & Peace, is not a destination; it’s a journey. The ups and downs in life are as natural as the sea’s ebb and flow.

The key, I heard the wind whisper, is to be gentle on one’s self during the process.

“Breathe,” said my soul. “Balance is earned, not given. Every day you will work towards it, but not because it’s a race. Now, breathe again. Do you feel better?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Good. There’s your Balance.”

Moments after having this splendid epiphany, the local sand artist Kenny walked right next to me and built this gorgeous yet simple masterpiece. Graceful balance.

08172015_Sandman01I am grateful, and blessed, and on a wonderful journey! I’m thankful to those joining me for the ride!

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Short Story: “Mystery of the Sandy Sunglasses”

“Mystery of the Sandy Sunglasses”

The broken evidence washed in on high tide on a gray and chilly morning of February 2015, landing itself on Mustang Island, Texas.

02162015_80sDrunkGirlGlassesI observed the glasses and wondered, “Who owned these? How long had they been drifting along the Texas Gulf Coast?”

As if I were a clairvoyant or paranormal medium, a vision formed in my mind of a tipsy, bikini-wearing underage Spring Breaker from the late 80s, sporting stiff big hair stiff thanks to half a can of hairspray, and feeling very sexy with her brand new sunglasses.

Impaired by the empty bottle of Boone’s Hill Strawberry Farm next to her hot pink and white beach towel, she pranced out into the water to frolic. Her goal? Attempting, in vain, to get the attention of the obnoxious college dudes taking turns chugging cheap alcohol from a crude beer bong.

Distracted by her own loud, attention-seeking squeals of fun, a wave hit her from behind, sending her face first into the foamy salt water. She emerged, gasping for air and trying to reposition her cool sunglasses back on her face. She was coughing gritty seawater out of her lungs when another wave smacked the in the back, knocking her off her feet.

She groped around in the water for the sunglasses, but they were gone.

Whoops of laughter and concerned calls from her friends could be heard coming from the shoreline, but darn it if those weren’t her favorite pair! She like totally spent $12 on them!

So, since her hair was now ruined and her buzz long gone no thanks to the dunk in the Texas Gulf, she braved the battery of on-coming waves to fish blindly and determinedly with her hands and legs for her sunglasses.

After many unsuccessful tries, she decided she reasonably decided what she needed now was a hot shower, some Funions, a nap, then rack up daddy’s credit card at Pat Magee’s Surf Shop. Maybe she might even find a new pair of sunglasses.

The End

(c) Amy Oakley, 1027 Productions

Is This Your Granny?

02162015_SweetGrandmaI met a sweet, soft-spoken lady in her late 70s/early 80s while walking on the beach at Port Aransas on Mustang Island, Texas, back in February 2015.

This gentle lady was ever-so-slowly collecting shells and we started to chat.

She told me that she was gathering the shells to make a hanging shell display for each her two teenaged grandsons. I could tell she put thought into every individual shell, to make sure it was the best of the best for her grandsons.

I didn’t realize that her reflection was in the photo of this shell at the time, but when I offered her the shell for her project, she accepted.

A second shell I offered her didn’t “make the cut” for her collection. She was very particular about the quality, color and size of shell.

As I left the beach about an hour later, this dedicated granny was still there, so I snapped these three photos from afar.

02162015_SweetGrandma3PhotosI wish I could get these photos to her grandsons so they could fully realize how much effort, work & love went into her gifts.

(c) Amy Oakley, 1027 Productions

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