You may have noticed this already, but I get a lot of blog post ideas from my outings with the Joburg Photowalkers. Photowalking is a simple yet brilliant concept: A gang of people get together, walk places, and take pictures of stuff. It’s the perfect way to meet people, improve your photography, and go places you would never go alone with an expensive camera around your neck.
A Photowalker stops to capture the sunset on his way to the “Painting with light” photowalk in downtown Jozi. (Photo courtesy of Joe.)
Most of the photowalks I’ve done have explored Joburg neighborhoods, like Hillbrow or Chinatown. But last weekend, instead of photographing a neighborhood, we photographed light. Artificial light that we literally painted onto a canvas of darkness.
We gathered at sunset in the parking lot of the Sci-Bono centre in Newtown. The group headed across an empty field and under the M1 highway, to an industrial area filled with crumbling warehouses and garbage.
Our destination was a walled area the size of a couple of football fields, which Joe says is an abandoned bus depot.
We arrived on location as darkness fell. Before I even had the chance to set up my brand-new tripod (a birthday present from Joe), people started illuminating their sparklers and light sticks and swinging them around. Shutters were clicking and everyone was oooh-ing and aaah-ing at their cameras’ LCD screens.
I tentatively snapped a few frames. But my LCD screen didn’t show any light-painting, just people running around with lights. Still pretty cool, but not what I intended.
TP, the husband of legendary ex-pat blogger Bing, demonstrates Tai Chi with sparklers.
I looked helplessly at my camera and started to panic. My dirty secret was exposed: I have a good eye but lousy camera skills. I needed a crash course in light-painting.
With some help from Joe and my friend Lauren, I learned how to change my camera settings and adjust the shutter speed. Then the real fun began.
Dual doorway portraits:
Thanks to Jerome for painting the “bars” behind Joe.
It took me a few hours to thaw out when we got home, but it was worth it. After all these years, I was able to prove my third-grade art teacher wrong. I don’t stink at painting after all.