WAYPOINTS
Each photo is a Waypoint. A moment marked, a truth noticed, a story paused to reflect on.
Each photo is a Waypoint. A moment marked, a truth noticed, a story paused to reflect on.
We crossed paths for only a few seconds, but something about him stayed with me. His smile was wide, his steps light, and his catch told the story of a purposeful life.
In that brief meeting, I saw joy, pride, and contentment. A man returning home with something to show for the day.
The wall gave this inquisitive kitten the confidence and security you'd expect to come from a mother cat. The Pagodas in Cambodia are treacherous places for the animals who live there. Even though he was hungry, this tough young boy showed the resilience and restraint needed to survive.
It was incredible to be so close to this rescued infant Macaque. She was playful but for a short time clung tightly to a human hand, trusting that everything would be ok.
For me, this was an opportune photo taken from a bicycle. But for this farmer, it was a snapshot of his daily life. A moment of mundane that feels like it belongs in another time.
I came across these two as I was collecting cats for a spay/neuter mission in a Pagoda in Phnom Penh. It was the middle of the day and the sun was fierce. The friends found themselves enjoying the shade together.
I couldn't find the mother. Perhaps she was off hunting or taking a break from so many hungry mouths. They reminded me of orphans; all patiently waiting for their next meal but never knowing if it was going to come. The bravest stepped forward to find out.
Surrounded by the forest with birds flying free amongst the trees, my boy asked a simple question, "why is this one trapped in a cage?"
I visited Maat a lot when I lived in Phnom Penh. In the Pagoda where she lived, Maat shared everything with the cats and dogs she cared for. Not for funding, recognition or the next Instagram post. She did it because she saw the suffering and took action when no one else would.
The young Monk was king of the wood pile as he boldly threw the logs to the other workers.
While on an evening research trip outside of Phnom Penh, my friends and I stopped on the roadside to chat to some ginger farmers. The ginger was immaculate, and for some reason it made us all so happy.
The young dog's face was swollen after being tied with wire. Defeated and exhausted from his ordeal, he didn't care whether the hands were there to help or hurt him.
The track looked like it would never end as it disappeared deep into the forest. No signs. No destination in sight. Only trees.
The Pileated Gibbons are thriving in the hidden forests surrounding Angkor Wat due to a successful rewilding project. To get to them, I took a ride along a narrow forest path on the back of a moto.