THANKSGIVING / BROTHER'S VISIT RECAP...


My bro in one of the mines here in Zaruma.


The only picture of just the two of us that was taken during his visit. Great. I look fat. That's just great.


He got to ride in the front of the ranchera on the way up to Cerro de Arcos, where we spent the night before coming back down for the Thanksgiving feast.


At the Cerro, the smooth sounds of jazz as interpreted through the Guanazán volunteer's new plastic PVC saxaphone.


The author wandering the misty formations, looking for truth in nature. Or something.