Spotlight On Rich-Joseph Facun

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Originally posted on 04/23/2011


First and foremost, thank you for inviting me to take part in 
The Image, Deconstructed. I appreciate your interest in my 
work and taking the time to lend an ear. I’ve been following 
the blog and it’s been insightful. 

Essentially, the image is a single component from a larger 
project I’ve been working on in India entitled Darshana Ganga. 
Darshan(a), is a Sanskrit term meaning "sight", vision, apparition, 
or glimpse. Ganga refers to the Ganges River that runs 1,560 
miles from where it rises in the western Himalayas to where it 
rests at the Bay of Bengal. For centuries it has been considered 
the holiest of all rivers by Hindus and worshipped as the goddess 


I initially started working along the banks of the Ganga while on 
holiday in Varanasi. After returning from India I was consumed 
with anything and everything Ganga related. I read literature, bought 
several photo books that featured India, drove around listening to 
classical tabla Indian music, and spent endless hours online 
researching the river.

I decided to return to the Ganga and begin a series that conveyed 
the spiritual, ritual, and daily significance of the river to Hindus and 
Indians in general. 

Having self-funded the project, I’ve only been out to India three 
times for a total of about three weeks. There is a certain liberty 
in answering only to yourself. In doing so, I feel a sense of freedom 
and independence. I can shoot what I respond to emotionally, simply 
because I want to, as opposed to looking for an image to illustrate 
an issue or story that may or may not be an actuality.


I used to have the idea that making powerful images while out of the
country was easy, just because things seemed so, well, foreign to us.
I was foolish enough to think there was some sort of “red carpet” for
photographers while out of country. That, of course, was ridiculous,
and it showed how inexperience and uneducated I was. 

In fact, it's quite hard working in different cultures. Can you talk about 
your experience working in India and specifically along the Ganges river?


There is definitely a misconception that shooting in a foreign land 
lends itself to making great pictures easier. Quite often it’s the 
opposite, at least for me. Prior to moving to the United Arab Emirates 
I too discredited the value of work shot abroad by photojournalists. 
However, being dispatched to multiple countries and continents in 
this region I’ve found how naive my previous perception was regarding 
foreign work.

At best, when working abroad, your greatest challenge will only be 
logistics. Unlike the States, getting to where you need to be 
geographically isn’t as simple as hopping in your car and following 
a map or your GPS. 

For example, the destination where I shot the photo above 
required multiple forms of transits. It started on a metro and 
continued with a bus ride full of pilgrims, a quick hand rickshaw, 
then switched to an auto rickshaw. From here I caught a ferry 
where I crossed the Ganga Delta. Next, I hiked through barren 
farmland and then hired a taxi that took me to Gangasagar Island. 

In rural areas along the Ganga, to some extent, the language 
barrier became an issue. Knowing how to say “thank you” in the 
subject’s language wedded with an honest smile goes a long way. 
You can’t lean on opening up to a subject by sharing personal 
stories, however, so trust has to be gained by other means. You 
learn to maximize your personal resources. You’re forced to grow 
your nonverbal communication skills. It can be a challenge. 

Picture yourself as the only Westerner hanging out with almost 
half a million pilgrims on a remote island in the Bay of Bengal. 
A few people spoke broken English but only enough to ask my 
name, where I was from, if I had a wife, and if I had any babies. 
I was as much an anomaly to them as they were to me. 

In Varanasi, the community was vibrant and fairly open to being 
photographed. However, one immediate challenge was catching 
people in candid moments that conveyed sincere emotion and 
color. People in India love to stare A LOT! It’s a cultural thing 
and it’s not meant to be disrespectful but feels more like a 
childlike curiosity. 

Because of this obstacle, I often found myself shooting an 
excessively gross amount of useless frames just to render one 
decent image. Sometimes it worked and a lot of times it didn’t. 
On the other hand, I also hung out in areas where I felt a picture 
might happen, just waiting for things to unfold. 


We'd like you to explain what lead up to the moment.



Once I arrived at Gangasagar Island, I immediately headed to where 
the Ganga met the Bay of Bengal. I wanted to have a chance to scan 
the area and get a feeling for what the atmosphere, light, and overall 
vibe was on the beach. I arrived during the start of the Gangasagar 
Mela where an estimated 300,000 to 500,000 Hindu pilgrims traveled 
to dip in the waters where the Ganga ends and meets the Bay of Bengal. 

I shot a few frames to measure the light and define how the camera 
rendered the scene. Looking out into the bay I immediately knew I 
needed to make some type of image that perhaps was a visual epitome 
of the river’s spiritual, cultural and daily significance. I wasn’t sure this 
was something I could do or accomplish but that was what I felt I needed 
to consider attempting.

The frame from that first evening looks out into the bay and catches 
a few people lingering about. Its essentially an early sketch of the next 
day’s image. Making sketches before actually arriving at the final image 
is something I do often. Sometimes the sketch is not at all related to 
the final image I end up making but gives me an idea I can apply to 
other situations. 

In this case, I was able to see how the light looked during that time 
of the day, I could see the cold blue being rendered in the frame as 
the sun was soon to set. It was almost 8:00 pm. From this, I decided 
that it wasn’t exactly the light I was hoping for nor did I think it would 
render the story I wanted to emulate in one frame. But it was a rough 
start. Additionally, I was able to estimate where the sun would be the 
following day and prepare accordingly. It’s pretty basic photo 101 
logic but it works, right? 

The next day I started at sunrise but didn’t head off to the beach right 
away. I roamed around the pilgrims’ campsites and the rest of the 
grounds. I still wanted to get a better feeling for the people, place 
and overall energy.

When I made it down to the water I shot the sky, the earth, the wind, 
a naked man, a holy cow, everything, ya know? Eventually I started 
playing around with getting something ethereal and esoteric. Looking 
back at the shoot, I found that I started working this idea around 
11:30AM for a few minutes and then a little over an hour later came 
back for another attempt. I still came up short. 



With almost half a million people on the beachfront one main challenge 
was to find the order amid the chaos. I wasn’t too concerned in 
finding something that showed the overall magnitude of the festival. 
That was not my priority so I kept looking and shooting. 

Much of the time I had to keep encouraging myself to push on. (I 
often had a one man conversation going on in my head while shooting. 
I’d elaborate but it’s probably not suitable for print). I was especially 
anxious since I felt like after traveling all that way I still had not made 
anything worth keeping. I know, patience is a virtue but it wasn’t my 
greatest strength. Not that day. 

At this point I decided to give it a rest and just play a little more. I 
stopped worrying so much and just diverted to doing a bit of a street 

Almost two hours later I made a frame that started to really excite me. 
The layers were starting to come together, the lighting and choice 
of exposure lent themselves to a particular mood I felt but had not 
been able to translate into an image in previous frames. Moreover, 
the colors popped, adding another dimension to the composition. 
Things were looking up! I kept working it for a few more minutes 
but to no avail. I moved on but was feeling optimistic. 


As I roamed the area looking for other images that would provide 
visual punctuations in my project it dawned on me that maybe I was 
forcing the picture and trying way too hard. So I backed off, 
figuratively and literally. I ended up shooting a couple wide frames. 



In the second of these two frames some of the elements that are 
present in the final image clearly started coming together. 

As I continued working the situation I saw a man off in the distance 
walking back to shore. His body language immediately attracted me. 
The pronounced arc in his appearance, his delicate walk awash in 
a sea of color were captivating. I anxiously waited for him to 
approach the shore hoping he would ignore me and my camera. 
Thankfully he did. 


At this point I had something, however, it was loose and could use 
a crop. Not too mention I knew it still wasn’t quite there yet. I paused 
again, pulled back, and shot off another frame. 

I knew I was getting somewhere, that something was finally happening. 

In the following minutes, as I’m sure many photographers have 
experienced, magic happened. I found a rhythm. Here, in this place, 
everything lined up. Externally, elements such as the light, subtle 
body language and textures presented themselves. Internally, I 
stopped thinking, I stopped trying, I stopped shifting, I stopped and 
an effortless clarity took over. 

In this moment the family walked into the right side of my frame...



Lets get to the image. What was going through your mind the moment
the main image was made?


To be honest, I wasn’t really thinking at that point in the process. 
It doesn’t happen that often but every now and then everything just 
goes into some zen-like mode where there is some synchronicity 
happening both internally and externally and the next thing I know, 
I’m walking away with an engaging image that I have never made 
before. I think this probably happens to a lot of people. Not just in 
regards to photography, but everything from sports to plumbing. I 
remember having the same feeling when I was dishwasher. 
Seriously, I kid you not. One moment there were a pile of pots, 
pans, salad bowls, plates, and in the next few moments they were 
gone. I just get into a zone and from the moment it begins until it 
ends I’m pretty much in auto-pilot. You just flow.



Was there any point of conflict, or a moment people didn't want you
to take their picture? If so, how did you handle it?


I can’t recall any specific time when anyone protested having 
their photo taken. As in the States or anywhere else I’m working 
I just read my surroundings, the environment, the people, the 
situation and then go from there. 

There were a few times when certain people didn’t want to be 
photographed and I respected that. In those instances I just smiled, 
thanked them, apologized for the disturbance and moved on, no 
big deal. 

That said, I was specifically turned away once when I was trying to 
gain access to photograph Manikarnika, the main burning ghat in 
Varanasi. Manikarnika is a holy site where hundreds of cremations 
take place daily along the banks of the Ganga.

After haggling with the “untouchable” who manned the ghat, he 
said I could shoot anything I wanted for eight hours if only I were 
willing to give a “donation.” As much as I wanted to work here the 
idea of paying it didn’t sit right with me so I opted out. 



What advice do you have for photographers who want to work
on projects out of the country?


Let me back up a bit. Before I earned my living as a photographer 
I always wanted to travel. I wanted to experience the road and the 
world. I had a couple opportunities to travel abroad from my time as 
a sponsored skateboarder but I never went. My whole trip was that 
I needed to know my own country before I went galavanting into 
someone else’s. It just didn’t feel right. So I traveled the States, lived 
out of my truck and saw as much as I could. Eventually I made it 
abroad but I guess I needed to do it my way. Now, I’m out here. 

Personally, I never understood why people would want to leave their 
own country and pursue projects elsewhere. My advice is: don’t. Stay 
home and advocate stories that address the issues that are happening 
in your neighborhood, your community, your home.

This probably sounds hypocritical since I now live in the Middle East. 
But I moved here to live long-term which I think is a little different than 
parachute journalism.

Not to be a obtuse, but I just think people should look at the States 
and think about all of the untold stories. There are so many issues 
out there that are rarely addressed. Generally speaking, domestic-
based journalists and documentarians need to dig deeper and 
challenge themselves and challenge their audiences, myself included. 

You don’t need to travel half way around the world to show me that 
kids are dying due to inadequate healthcare. This is happening in 
the States! You don’t have to travel to Afghanistan or Libya to show 
me there is conflict. America is facing more conflict now then it has 
seen in a long time. The wars in America are just fought with 
different weapons. What’s wrong with fixing the good ol’ USA?

The point is there are so many issues being ignored or simply lacking 
representation in the States. Why not tell the story of the downtrodden 
at home before jumping on a plane and parachuting into some region 
that you really know nothing about and more than likely won’t have 
the resources to do the story properly. 

Look at Eugene Richards' “Dorchester Days,” Scott Strazzante’s 
“Common Ground,” Barbara Davidson’s “Frozen Land, Forgotten 
People" or “Stray Bullets,” or Matt Eich’s “Carry Me Ohio.” I think 
these are stellar examples of what can be done in your own 
backyard. All four of these photographers have utilized the 
resources of their immediate community. 

Personally, I don’t think I’m the best person to talk to about doing 
work on projects out of the country. I’ve always considered myself 
a community journalist, and I still do. Besides, there are so many 
other people, young ambitious people, who are in the early stages 
of their careers, that could give much better advice based upon 
their recent experiences. People like Carolyn Drake, Krisanne 
Johnson, Sarah Elliott, Dominic Nahr, Justin Mott, Kevin German, 
and the boys over at Ask one of them - they’re 
smarter and more knowledgable than me when it comes to working 

However, if you still want to jump ship and try your hand at shooting 
a project in a foreign country here a few things that might help: 

Bring your own toilet paper.
Baby wipes are a life saver.
Less is more - pack light.
Don’t drink faucet water.
Only eat in busy cafes frequented by locals (good sign you won’t 
get food poisoning)
Bring a great pair of comfortable walking shoes (I have one pair 
that have been to eight or nine countries)
Make sure you pick up some voltage convertors
Rent the cheapest hotel - you’re there to shoot, not lounge poolside
Simple precautions go a long way. Use your noggin. 
Leave your ego at the door. Respect the local culture.
All that said, this is a rough generalization about working on projects 
out of the country. There are of course people like Jon Lowenstein 
whose long-term essay “Shadow Lives USA,” eventually extended 
some of his coverage into Mexico. I can get onboard with that. 

And of course, sometimes people are just curious or have a passion 
for something outside of their homeland and must saturate that 
yearning by going abroad. It is what is. In the end, do what is right 
for you but like I said, bring your own toilet paper. 


Rich-Joseph Facun was born in Florida to an Otomi Indian mother, and a Filipino father. His photography specializes in documentary projects that investigate history through fringe cultures and trends in societal norms. It is in these topics that he explores the phenomena of personal independence, the pursuit of dreams, and the discovery of self-identity. Facun has been a working photojournalist for over a decade. In that time he has covered news, feature stories and photographed high-end commercial campaigns spanning a dozen countries. 

Currently, he is working as a staff photographer at The National in Abu Dhabi, and is a contributing photographer with arabianEye and Getty Images’ Global Assignment division.

Facun’s work has earned multiple accolades in Pictures of the Year International, the National Press Photographer Association’s Best of Photojournalism, The Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar, and the William Randolph Hearst Foundation, amid others. Additionally, while working at The Virginian-Pilot he was awarded the first and second place Portfolio of the Year by the Virginia News Photographer Association for two consecutive years. 

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