This morning there is a Christmas concert in progress across the Rio Tomebamba, in Cuenca, Ecuador.

Two young boys have decided they aren’t going to walk up or down the river to either of the bridges to cross so they roll up pant legs, leave tennis shoes on, grab sticks for support, and cross the river with only a few rocks to balance on.

When they see me they wave.

The voices of the choir gives them accompaniment.

Catching these moments is like catching butterflies with holes in your net.

 

 

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