If you ever have a chance to visit, or find yourself anywhere near Southeast Asia, Cambodia is a magical must. It's full of love, warmth, smiles, good food and great hearts. Not to mention ancient ruined temples and the omnipresent juxtaposition of depression and hope that will take your breath away.
Getting a new camera has opened Pandora's Box—motive to take more photos, larger files, the need for requisite drive space, et al. Because my laptop has more than reached capacity and working off an external hard drive has caused many headaches, I'm temporarily passing the photo reins to my favorite documentary photographer, Steve McCurry. I'll post my own take of Siem Reap once I'm technologically up and running again, but this was our weekend in a nutshell [insert a bit of heat and a whole lot of dirt and you'll be right in our shoes!].
"Serpentine roots of banyan, fig, and silk-cotton trees have slowly strangled the corridors and columns of the temple over the centuries. Time is on nature’s side. You don’t see the actual movement but the dynamism is evident in the rubble, as if the temple had been demolished by earthquake. The trees here have talons that hold the temple in its unrelenting grip; their massive trunks crack solid walls of stone apart."