Porto Through The Lens
But I chose otherwise, grabbed a pastel de nata I had purchased the day before, threw on my shoes and hoodie and went off to work. I kicked my way through a few empty beer cans that lined the street. It was still dark out but I knew I had to pick up my pace in order to capture the first light.
My stride quickened and my energy level rose. I thought to myself how my photography passion was invigorated by this new city. Coming from New Zealand I had started to lose some of that passion, which is strange as it is such a photogenic place. But I just wasn’t feeling it there. Maybe it was the familiarity of the country and that nothing really seemed new. Or maybe it was the negative energy that surrounded us. Regardless, from the moment we landed in Portugal and started to discover Porto, any misgivings I had about my chosen work quickly disappeared.
The midnight blue began to lighten to royal and the pinks and purples also crept in. The city was beginning to wake; the day was evolving. I set up for a couple hours that morning, capturing the light and the essence of the city. I felt good and proud of my work. Something that had lacked for a few months.
The city of Porto sparked my creative side. The architecture, the light, the street art, and the history all contributed. I worked on things I wanted to improve. I explored angles, worked on stitched images and long exposures. I woke up for sunrises and stayed out for sunsets. I was even inspired to dedicate a full day to improving my portrait photography (it helps to have a beautiful model to join me – thanks to Dalene for being so patient).
My experience certainly gave me many reasons to love this city.