The faces of Ratanakiri

The little boy’s face in front of me is smeared with dirt, coupled with snot. But, he doesn’t care. Instead, he pushes his tiny, dark face closer to me. Closer to my lens, and smiles big. Click. I turn the camera towards him, displaying his chubby little face for him to see and he eruptsContinue reading “The faces of Ratanakiri”