Rust on rust. Quito, Ecuador. June 2013.
Quito is a wonderful capital city, but the contrast of life is forever present.
Recess at my elementary school. Urseza 2, Machala, Ecuador. June 2013.
Saturday afternoon on the coast. Playas Villamil, Ecuador.
Coastal walls. Engabao, Ecuador.
Food colors. Homemade and devoured. Playas Villamil, Ecuador.
Old cars outside of much older churches.
Good friend found his initials on the wall.
Rare chandeliers.
I will miss this beach the most of anywhere in Ecuador. Jambeli. My baby.
Hiking in Cotopaxi National Park, playing in the snow.
Doodles on my wall.
Dirty money.
Militant banks.
“Sometimes there were trips to somebody’s cousin’s friend’s plot of land by the black-water creeks off the highway, trips that killed me with nostalgia even while I lived them, driving aback a pickup, silvery rain pelting bare backs, leaves dancing on the mud trail, branches snapping back onto faces, puddles like lakes forded in the sinking vehicle, bushcook and red rum and drenched cricket, jamoon splattered purple upon the wet soil – the remarkable freedom of a forgotten and irrelevant place on earth.”
- Rahul Bhattacharya
