Ecuador

christ crossed, Baños

Market aftermath, Zambahua

taxi cab to jungle city, Chawarpata

forget about your zona de amenaza volcanica, whatever that means. MK represent! wut. Baños

respect, don’t touch, look away, Montañitas

relishing relative riches, Baños

One of those days, others are huddled up in their comfy group of friends while you’re all alone, just you and some filthy clothes. Well I can relate at least… Zumbahua

Suffering is relative, and we all do it. love heals, and we all do that too luckily. Quito

loyal homie chilling on cool tiles, Chawarpata

empty sell, Baños

Holy Quito!

the delights of descanso, Chawarpata

fantasia en secretos

keep those crazy big heads behind bars, Baños

a kiss of art beautifies a home, Baños

the magical shores of Laguna Quilotoa

the village chitchatters, Zumbahua

A clotheless baby looks out of the window of his poor mansion

natural cleaning, Baños

faced by fence, Baños

sometimes roads just end

Freddy readies his donkey for the harvest, Chawarpata

two sunset admirers miss out on a surfer catching a chill wave, Montañitas

valley’o, Zambahua

for reals, fields or fantasies, Chawarpata

mountain town protector, Zumbahua

nicely nooking, Baños

In a small, almost entirely Quechua village in the high sierras of Ecuador, a group of indigenous carry a fancy mobile awning for a church official while another religious official barks verses through a megaphone from scriptures. the listener’s ancestors were forced into following, continuing to save this latest generation from their barbaric hell-bound ways. Zumbahua

the liberty to hang clothes where you like, La Libertad

A man sits on the sunny side of the sidewalk, not realizing there is a parallel universe before him. Baños

somebody seems to be left behind, Montañitas

low oxygen fútbol, Zambahua

looking cute for nobody, Chawarpata

hitched up my pony to a post on the right and went into the laundry to wash my clothes down, oh isis, oh isis. Zambahua

reds in green, Chawarpata

the face of a good human, Chawarpata

bountifulness behind bare bars, Baños

the sun is rising somewhere in the world right now, Montañitas

Before the tourism storm, Montañitas

morning commute, Montañitas

roadliness, Zumbahua

holy moto, Zumbahua

a los angeles bus found its way into Quito somehow.

a blurry silhouette tries in vain to make hand puppets, Montañitas

porque no? Montañitas

story time, Montañitas

wispy wall walker-by, Baños

prepared for the worst, Zambahua

time period collision, Chawarpata

humbled by angels, Quito

dawg haus, Zambahua

This is señor and señora Vera. As it neared dark one day I knocked on their… well I approached their home and asked if I could set my tent up on their property. They said yes but then insisted that I actually stay in the house with them. The señor showed me to the river behind their house so I could bathe while his wife cooked me a modest meal of rice, banana and cheese. They shared their life stories with me, about how the señor never learned to read or write and hacked away at the jungle with a machete his whole life and how the señora misses having their 13 children at home. I watched dramatic telenovelas with them through a black and white fuzzy TV to the late hours before crawling into a mosquito netted bed. People and moments like this help maintain my faith in the general goodness of humans. Gracias