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After a successful career in manufacturing, Brian Buckner sold his commercial window fabrication plant and now makes his home with his wife, Edie, in Cuenca. He is a photojournalist and writer currently producing photo essays and stories of life in Ecuador. He and his wife enjoy hiking, photography, writing and giving their time to those in need. Brian may be reached by email at scottsbluff@hotmail.com.

Escuela Nocturna: A nighttime of difference

By Brian Buckner |

(Author’s note: I wrote this story and took the photograph sixteen months ago after being in Ecuador for only a few weeks.) Seventy feet below where I live in Cuenca is a school. In the  … Read more

Conectado: The web of humanness

By Brian Buckner |

Mid-afternoon, a couple of weeks or so ago, found me strolling near Mercado Diez de Agosto in Cuenca. I’ve shopped there on numerous occasions and was parched, so in and upstairs I went for something  … Read more

The visitation: Do you see the angels?

By Brian Buckner |

Ángeles are a popular theme within the social structure of Ecuador. Catholicism reigns in this small South American country. There are paintings and statuary, carvings, drawings and reliefs of ángeles everywhere. Most of these are  … Read more

Black Tongue: It’s the price of deceit

By Brian Buckner |

Black Tongue lives a pretty good ways from here. I met him in Wyoming this past February. As you can see, we are already on a first name basis and quite familiar with one another.  … Read more

Cuenca Catedrales in juxtapostion

By Brian Buckner |

In Ecuador, they are everywhere. In Cuenca, it is no different. I live by Parque Calderon, about a block away. This is considered the epicenter of the city by all Cuencanos whether mestizo or indigenous.  … Read more

Capturing the rare Paper Kite

By Brian Buckner |

We had been on the road for twelve days and Big Red’s odometer reading indicated we had already covered 4,300 miles of road. Some was desert sand, some gravel, some asphalt and some interstate; they’re  … Read more

Limosna: Giving to the poor sustains us all

By Brian Buckner |

Alms is a word seldom used today. It is better relegated to another era, many of us might think. However, set against a backdrop of poverty, it is a word and concept very much alive  … Read more

Buscando Trabajo en Plaza San Francisco

By 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 the same manner. We  … Read more

El Brillo, the Cuenca shoeshine man

By Brian Buckner |

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 or elsewhere for there to  … Read more

El mapa: A face that tells many tales

By Brian Buckner |

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 but he didn’t have the  … Read more

Baby needs a new foot

By Brian Buckner |

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 clowns and rodeo clowns, and  … Read more

Sharing the art: Arco iris

By Brian Buckner |

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 afternoon sheets of rain. A  … Read more

Yard Dogs of Barabon

By Brian Buckner |

“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 us with a stick if  … Read more

Santo Domingo

By Brian Buckner |

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 cloudy for several days running.  … Read more

Our first Thanksgiving In Cuenca

By Brian Buckner |

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 his home on a steep  … Read more

La Super Luna over Cuenca

By Brian Buckner |

It was a beautiful evening last Monday night as the Supermoon — La Super Luna to Cuencanos — crested the Andes. The clouds offered the moon relentless competition which created additional interest in the sky. As the  … Read more

Cuenca Independence Day Parade

By Brian Buckner |

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 in the streets of Cuenca.  … Read more

A werewolf In Cuenca, Ecuador

By Brian Buckner |

I landed on the shores of what is now Ecuador with Francisco Pizzaro and Hernando DeSoto in 1532. At that time, I was twenty-two years old and hoping to gain fame and great wealth. I  … Read more

Scuffling Footsteps, a scary poem

By Brian Buckner |

Scuffling Footsteps My feet scuff quiet, quite unnoticed, amongst the white stones, pale light ghosting. Not sun of day, nor moon of night, between perhaps, I’m filled with fright. Time elusive, not mine to count,  … Read more

Gringo encounters of the fifth kind

By Brian Buckner |

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 caught by the spring and  … Read more