Brian Buckner

People are people no matter where you go. Even though some customs, languages, skin colors, dress and religions are different, we are the same. We enter and leave this world […]

In Cuenca, there are a lot of shine men. Some guys just have a cardboard box with their supplies inside. You’ll have to put your foot up on the curb […]

She was in a dilapidated wheelchair rounding the corner on General Torres by San Francisco Plaza, pushed by a man who might have been her son. He was ancient himself […]

Clowns are cool; or, are they really just creepy? There are all kinds of clowns and, just like people, they each have their own look and personality. There are circus […]

North of Cuenca, lie a few small, sparsely populated villages and hamlets. Out past there, the Andes rise quickly from the tendrils of their ghostly mist, partially shrouded by late […]

“I’m disgusted,” sighed Spotcito. “What up?” asked Roverito. “No more biting the gringos!” chimed in Fidoandro. “Yeah, it sucks, huh?” exclaimed Bowzerez. “I mean, what the hell! Our master beats […]

The light here in Cuenca is fickle at best. Light for a photographer is the most critical element and it comes in various qualities. The atmospherics here are most often […]

By Brian Buckner Today is Thanksgiving. But wait, take a look at my photograph. I know John, the boy you above. I love him. He is standing in front of […]

The air was filled with the cheers and laughter of celebration as I made my way around the city this past week. There were several parades and many interesting people […]

The teacher kept talking about what continent Ecuador was on and where it was on that continent. I was thinking about that green- and blue-colored frog that Miguel and I […]

By Brian Buckner The darkness of the cool room remained inviting as I rustled under the covers in the early pre-dawn hours. I knew it would be hot and steamy […]