Under the Wings of the Condors: A Photo Story
It was just before five in the morning. The páramo, and the sky above, were still lit only by thousands of stars. High in the Ecuadorian Andes, the nights are cold. And the fact that the equator lies just 50 kilometers away changes nothing about that. Here, on the Earth’s longest line of latitude, life follows a strict routine: The sun rises at six o’clock in the morning and sets twelve hours later, every single day of the year. For those twelve hours, the sun reigns supreme in the sky. The only creature capable of eclipsing its brilliance is the Andean Condor.
It was just before five in the morning. The páramo, and the sky above, were still lit only by thousands of stars. High in the Ecuadorian Andes, the nights are cold. And the fact that the equator lies just 50 kilometers away changes nothing about that. Here, on the Earth’s longest line of latitude, life follows a strict routine: The sun rises at six o’clock in the morning and sets twelve hours later, every single day of the year. For those twelve hours, the sun reigns supreme in the sky. The only creature capable of eclipsing its brilliance is the Andean Condor.
