Robert Bradley

When I was young I spent a year with a team of artists and anthropologists documenting the Inuit culture of western Alaska. One of our autumn trips was to a remote inlet to record a seal hunt. It was late September. When the weather unexpectedly turned snotty we figured we needed to find close...

Folks occasionally write to me when they are considering moving to Ecuador from Canada, or the U.S. This is largely due to my writing commentary for CuencaHighLife....

Cuenca street artists who enjoy painting large-scale pieces are familiar with El Vado. Bajada del Vado is famed for the often dramatic street art climbing the steep draw, some crumbling even more rapidly than the wall they use as a canvas. The plazoleta itself, a beautifully designed common area,...

I don’t recall writing a business story that didn’t include coffee or food and this one is no different. This time the tale takes an unexpected turn to detail how a couple succeeded in replenishing a portion of a diminishing well that is essential to us all. All rivers have a deepest, strongest,...

Paul Sanchez gets up early on Thursdays. He needs to open his shop, Nunkui, (Simón Bolívar 13-86 and Estévez de Toral) on-time, at 9:30 a.m. He also has to plan the route for his weekly trip into Amazonia and the five tribes stretched over 18 villages that he visits, in turn, on a regular basis....

I awoke to the insistence of tapping rain; tin drums of beads bouncing off the corrugated roof of a neighboring house. The dappled ceiling that had been erected days ago was still nailed to the sky; whoever is in charge must have issued a recall of the color blue and hammered up this dirty white...

One of the many advantages of being a journalist is that you can take your workplace anywhere. You do not need a forge or kiln, a frame stretched with canvas, or cans of spray paint and a vacant wall. All you need is a laptop to capture what you are writing and a camera. Observe what you see and...

Literature has always been illuminated by constellations of memorable characters. One of my favorite stars is Dean Moriarty, the brilliant, adventurous and a little bit crazed protagonist in Jack Kerouac’s, “On the Road.” Fortunately for us, Mr. Moriarty’s star shined brightly a second time, only...

My old apartment, a ground floor studio, was carved from a centuries old patrimonial house. It looks out on a glass covered courtyard sheltering ancient auburn floor tiles. The walls are stark white, highlighting the raw-wood lattice of windows that defines each unit. It is serene, and I always...

Dear Paulee, When I woke up this morning the sky was nearly clear. I thought the flotilla of clouds sailing far down the valley would find moorage on the coast, but they tacked upwind instead, gathering strength in numbers until they became a single vast grey ship hauling fuel for the god Thunder...