The Children of Ta Khmau

As we made our way up and through the black water street of the “Alleyway”, back into Ta Khmau, a small gathering of children followed along behind. At one point, I turned with the camera and shot the photo of the children who knew we were leaving their village. I have known for some time that it is in the eyes that most stories are told. As I looked back at these nine, it was clear what they saw. Their only hope was leaving. For when they turned back, they were facing more poverty, hunger and the real possibility of being captured into the slave trade.