Brian Buckner
Articles by Brian Buckner :
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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… -
Front range twilight
My clothing was soaking wet but I wasn’t on that cold and rainy day. I had donned rain pants and jacket prior to entering the high grass mid-afternoon. It… -
13K: A wanderer salutes the high páramo
Hiking alone high in the Andean páramo amidst the knob and kettle formations of the Andes offers a unique sense of wildness. I don’t see footprints of domestic animals or… -
Why hike? The physical and psychological benefits are well known but the sheer pleasure of it can’t be beat
Editor’s note: This is the eighth of an eight-part series by writer / photographer Brian Buckner about hiking in the Cuenca area. To read the earlier installments, see the links… -
Juego de sombras plays out in the late afternoon
Late afternoon light is warm and kind to most scenes. I enjoy using it to illuminate human faces and creating a particular mood since it softens the hues of the… -
The equipment you need to carry on your Ecuador hike
Editor’s note: This is the seventh of an eight-part series by writer / photographer Brian Buckner about hiking in the Cuenca area. To read the earlier installments, see the links… -
The equipment you need to wear on your Ecuador hike
Editor’s note: This is the sixth of an eight-part series by writer / photographer Brian Buckner about hiking in the Cuenca area. To read the earlier installments, see the links… -
You’re ready to go hiking … but how do you get to the trail head?
Editor’s note: This is the fifth of an eight-part series by writer / photographer Brian Buckner about hiking in the Cuenca area. To read the earlier installments, see the links… -
People we meet along the way: Getting to know Ecuadorians in the city and the country
Editor’s note: This is the fourth of an eight-part series by writer / photographer Brian Buckner about hiking in the Cuenca area. To read the first and second installments, click… -
Tambo Siberia: Lost in the cold mists of time
The wiry Páramo brushed against the stiff fabric of my rain pants, causing a soft rasping sound. I had been hiking alone at 12,500 feet for a couple of hours.…