Brian Buckner
Articles by Brian Buckner :
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Volcán Tungurahua
Most people don’t get to see Volcán Tungurahua the way I did. The geographical location is often shrouded in Andean mists. But, surprisingly, there it loomed in all its grandeur… -
Tres tambores
The shrill whistle of the majorette signaled the resumption of the energizing rhythm after a measure’s rest. The drum major, drum-line and band were working together, switching between the drum… -
El Cuchillo
Exploring. I do lot of it. On foot in the high mists or behind the wheel of my truck taking on some rock-strewn and rutted clay road, I’m out there… -
Cruzando el Puente
Alba and Viviana grew up together along the banks of the Río Yanuncay, west of Cuenca. Their meager casas were separated by five minutes of steep and broken path that… -
Calle Gran Colombia
A couple of years ago, shortly after moving to Ecuador, we took an apartment on Calle Gran Colombia. It is a busy street, in the middle of El Centro, that… -
Ringing In the new
“Gringo Midnight.” The phrase caught me off guard and I cut a glance at Tony, wondering where he’d scored his latest descriptive term. “Yeah, that’s 9:30 p.m. here in Cuenca,”… -
Niña Abeja de Cuenca
I love kids so I really like to see them in action as the stars of many parades they are participants in. They all seem to have their moods just… -
The gift
Change is inevitable, that’s for sure. I think it’s how it is dealt with that’s the issue at stake. I’m afraid that I often do what I set out not… -
The opinions
As a photographer, I am compelled to seek out and record interesting imagery. As a photojournalist, I am compelled to shine the light of my lens on issues I believe… -
Cacao y pimiento!
El Fantasma was making good time, dropping down from Ecuador’s northern border with Colombia, somewhere south of San Lorenzo. Edie and I were headed back by Atacames to have some… -
Working on the domes: ‘Take number 171’
Three weeks ago, I noticed some scaffolding was being erected on the westernmost dome of the New Cathedral. You may have noticed that the large dome of the nearby Iglesia… -
¡Rice! Shining a light on Ecuador’s muddiest work
In mid-September, Edie and I were traversing part of the countries lowlands as we worked our way up the coast from Salinas to San Lorenzo. As usual, we were on… -
A father’s touch
What memories do you have of your father’s touch? Or did he ever even touch you? Perhaps you knew his touch through physical discipline. Or, maybe he used his hands…