Phnom Penh

Unable to sleep early one morning, I slipped out of the hotel and onto the street with the camera. Long before the sun came up, I found much of what I expected…trash pickers, street cleaners, push cart vendors, wanderers and prostitutes plying the streets and hotel sidewalks. As I snapped a few photos, I wondered what had happened that night that couldn’t be photographed…the thieves, the homeless, the oppressed and the many children that had been stolen into slavery to satisfy the sex tourist industry, just a few blocks away from where I sat.