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Healers come in all forms and from all walks of life. MD’s, Naturopaths, Homeopaths, Medicine Men, Spiritual Healers, this list can go on and on. I’m a strong believer that the healing depends more on the person being healed, rather than the form in which the healer is using. During some time spent in Morocco, I came across this man who, humbly enough, called himself a Medicine Man. He would sell his potions, remedies and charms to locals and foreigners alike. He would say, “whoever believes, can be healed”. This man brought a magical energy to Djeema El-Fna square in Marrakech.
This photo is from a few years back, during some time spent travelling throughout the top of the Himalaya’s in Northern India. Awe-struck for two weeks straight, the natural danger of the road made the views along the way that much more beautiful. Route 22 will always have a special place in my heart.
The one constant found in all countries, cultures and creeds is the innate desire for freedom. We will fight at any cost for it, protest until beaten and jailed, move to the un-known for a better way, even do the un-thinkable in the name of whatever you believe in, secular or otherwise. The following image was taken in Dharamsala, India during a three day protest for Tibetans, both living within their borders and abroad. This otherwise sleepy town was transformed into a constant wave of refugees, monks and Indian locals all supporting the most desired cause of all, freedom.
On Monday I had the opportunity to photograph 3 time World Champion in figure skating, Patrick Chan. During a private meet and greet at the top of the CN Tower, Patrick met with Chinese media and a selection of Chinese tourists who won a spot in a national contest to fly into Toronto, Canada and meet the World Champion. Patrick really enjoyed the lower key media event as he has been bombarded with larger scale coverage since his win over the past weekend in London, Ontario.
The first day on the Camino de Santiago is said to be the most challenging of the entire pilgrimage. Dealing with the uncomfortable strain of an overloaded pack (mainly camera gear) and the constant uphill terrain, I was certain this trek would get the better of me within the first few hours. Starting well before day break, I began my Camino with a little nervousness and a lot of excitement. 800km before me and all I could see was an endless uphill walk that seemed to never level off. By the time I reached the peak of the French Pyranees I was alone, doubtful, and scared of the journey that I threw myself into. Now I am not a religious man, at least not in the organized sense, but when I stopped to drink some water and take a much needed break, I looked out at the day that was beginning to show itself and suddenly knew why I was there and what lead me to that exact spot.
Please check out Fluster Magazine to see my newest photo essay and article on the Spanish Indignados. After a year of photographing within the immense crowds, this collection of images were selected to represent a group of individuals coming together in hope of a better future, for themselves and their children.
The next few posts will be taken and uploaded with my iPhone as my laptop is currently packed away in storage back in Madrid. This will be the easiest and most efficient way to keep up with my posting.
This image was taken in a small mountain village in Northern Morocco (and personally a long time favorite place of mine) called Chefchaouen. A man in typical Berber clothing makes his way through the small but extensive, sky blue painted, Medina.
For anyone out there that would like to follow my work on Instagram, you can find me with the username joey_panetta. I’ve decided to get back on the old horse after a prolonged IG hiatus.
I find this will help me stay in touch even during the times where I am unable to properly upload onto my blog. Gives you all the chance to see what I’m up to on a more daily basis…if your interested 🙂