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North Carolina photographer | Oak Island, Southport, Coastal NC
by Ken Worley
by Ken Worley
by Ken Worley
This is how Lacy lets us know when she wants to go out. She wanted to go really bad this time because there was a bunny in the backyard. I thought she was going to bang her head, land on the printer or even land on me. She did pounce me one time on my back while we were playing and I came inside with her back paw prints on my shoulders. I think I’m going to have her fitted for a cape soon.
by Ken Worley
I decided to try a little light painting on my car tonight. So armed with my camera and lens, a tripod, and a flashlight; I headed out in the night to do my thing. My family looked at me like I was crazy when I was put on a black shirt at bed time. This was my first attempt at lighting something as big as a car with only a flashlight. I have lit smaller object this way, like my bass and the cross for the Dominican Republic mission trip but lighting a car was a little more of a challenge.
After pressing the shutter button I had to run around the car shinning the light where I wanted it before the shutter closed again. Making sure the light was not pointed at the camera during that time was tricky. I would have liked to of had a flashlight with a narrower beam for certain parts. I can imagine a photographer that does a lot of light painting having a tool belt with many different size flashlight in it, like a painter with would with brushes.
by Ken Worley
We had a visitor last night. This guy was running around our yard. So we went outside to see if he would come to us. My family must have some type of draw for dogs, this has to be the 7th one that we have caught after they escapes from their home.
He had no tag on his collar and the veterinarian was closed for the night, so he got to spend the night in the our laundry room. We decided to take him to the vet just in case he was micro chipped. The good new is that he was and his owner had called earlier to see if anyone had found him. By the time the vet used the micro chip service to find the owner, they were out driving around and came up to the office to pick him up very quickly.
It was a happy ending to his little adventure. And he was very appropriately named, Mischief.