Was I insane to be wandering around in the jungle in a country with more landmines and unexploded ordnance lying in wait than anywhere in the world? A question, perhaps, for the one-armed man.
On Poverty and Resourcefulness: Workers from a distant village come to Kompong Thom to forage a jungle vine used for weaving.
Nāgas—divine creatures in the form of serpents—guard the waters of Cambodia. And no one seems to know why.
Day one in Phnom Penh: What river is that? How do I cross the street? Is that a SNAKE skewer he is selling?
Pagodas. Temples. Monks. Any questions?
How I fell out of love with Instagram and lost my heart to Snapseed. #MoreCambodiaPhotos
Enough with the calls, petitions, and picket lines! This really is the final temple photo! Move along, people.
The world needs more Mr. Seys—kind, patient folks who keep a watchful eye trained on travelers, who by the very act of getting on a plane have made ourselves vulnerable.
The Greenery 