Rivulets of silky-black water flow down the gutter. The air acrid and sharp around my nostrils. A haze of silver smoke, thick and humid, straddles the landscape. With a bag of rice over my shoulder and my lens for a veil, I enter the Stung Meanchey Municipal Waste Dump, Phnom Penh.
While waste management in the city leaves something to be desired, much of what does get picked up ends up in the city dump, smack bang in the middle of a residential area. Over 700 tons of garbage gets dropped here on a daily basis, with some 2000 people, some of them whole families, making their wages on the site. Many live in makeshift tents erected on the dump itself, the only hill in the city other than the temple mount from which Phnom Penh derives it's name.
When faced with a spectacle such as this, it's easy to see why labouring in a sweat shop seems an attractive option for so many in Cambodia.
Street portraits and people met on the road
Some friends I have been lucky enough to meet and photograph. These are good people.
In 2009 I quit my job, collected my savings and went on a 4 month journey through South East Asia on a pilgrimage to Angkor Wat, an ancient temple complex in Cambodia that I had wanted to see since I was a child.
4 lasers and an outdoor fire.