i passed the city. layers of old and new. modernity consuming without abandon.
i passed the countryside. lonely roadside stalls. bottles of petrol for the shabby roads.
i passed the town. children selling trinkets, postcards, fabric. buzzing fruit stands.
and it amounts to a tuk-tuk bumping past it all to take a deep breath, stare into the clouds, and wait for the sun to bend around the corner.
[photo: Phnom Bakheng, shot using 16mm fisheye]over 5 years ago