Rift

I took this picture in 2006, whilst travelling with two friends in Cambodia. We were on our way to the Choeung Ek, better known as the Killing Fields. It was a really hot day, but I guess these Cambodian kids were used to it. I wasn't too sure what was going on, but I snap this shot from the minivan.


Thoughts about this photograph came only after I returned home to Singapore and worked on processing my huge stash of images from my trip. This picture signifies many conflicts we know of; we turn our backs to each other and cross murky barriers. Sometimes we use tools that lead to bloodshed. Aren't there better ways to resolve our differences?