Robert Bradley

By Robert Bradley Alpaca are shy. The rancher, even more so. In order to maintain a degree of privacy for my friend and host who invited me to participate in […]

By Robert Bradley A peaceful morning mist envelopes its animals as if all the alpaca and sheep in the land gave milk to the dawn. The mist rises from creeks, […]

By Robert Bradley I am building a home for myself in Cuenca. I am constructing a warm and secure shelter composed of infinite wonder and shaped by the intricate carpentry […]

By Robert Bradley The holiday season can be daunting. For some, there is a false impression that happiness is required, for another, it might be the prevailing weight of the […]

By Robert Bradley To have come to this season, part II. They are stringing the lights for Christmas around Parque Calderon. The blue CUENCA sign across from the Cathedral is […]

  Photos by Robert Bradley, Text by Charles Dickens It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the […]

By Robert Bradley It is early morning in Vilcabamba. Roosters are crowing and dogs are barking, each clamoring for attention and stating their purpose and intentions for the day  —  […]

By Robert Bradley I – ​  It is another one of those days. A stop in your tracks, fresh as new spring day that feels just like the time when […]

By Robert Bradley The air is speckled with puffs of gunpowder from the firecrackers. The breeze is warm like the best day of spring. Cuenca sparkles. Independence Day.