Thakmao has a long riverfront park area. It is the place locals of all ages take their leisure. A stroll, 35 cent meal with a friend is a nice way to live here after work. Nice place to get a picture with your family or lover as well.
When Long and I showed-up, all the park photographers that charge 25 cents per-photo were just as curious as could be about our photographic equipment. They use film. They know of digital point and shoot, this was their first experience with professional digital.
Chean Long (with back-pack) deep in digital explanation with park photographers.
This photographer with his sharp and clean 1960's era Nikon is assured his all important lens cap is not far away. I respect these fellows.
Water Festival is a big deal here in Phnom Pehn, Cambodia and only several days away. Here is a crew doing training and time-trials for this momentous event. Over two-million folks converge on the Capital for this three-day event. 
Like bridges, balloons are a wonderful metaphor for hope.
Kid's are everywhere. Over 50% of the population is under 25 years of age.
It has been determined by this young Mister that launching a red, plastic blow-up horse off a blue stool is a good idea. With good planning in mind, he checks his steps to make sure his stride will have the best trajectory. Check.
It' time to get down to business. Here we go.
Our young equestrian punter comes in a little low and clips the stool. But there's still plenty of momentum, 1/8th of a second away for poor unsuspecting Mr. Horse.
Whabammo!
Note the maximum height of his kick. Impressive.
This plastic horse is up about about six-feet and likely now knows who's boss.
Next time I visit, I need to position a couple three people along the river wall, holding the jaws open of this crocodile sculpture.
A reminder, drugs are bad and do not lead to a good life. Most folks here understand this. There are drug problems here, but they are not extensive. Bottom right of painting: Blister-pack of pills, can of nasty glue and gut-rot liquor. Just above the liquor, a fellow holds a baggie for sniffing glue. Higher above, we have a shard laden broken bottle holder on the left and a knife holder in repose on the right. A pot smoker between the two. Primitive, but telling and hopefully compelling.
Casting a hand-net for fish is an art. I love it. I have practiced this form of fishing for over a year as a hobby. Very difficult to splay the net in a nice circle. Once the net is retrieved from the water and fish removed, there is a five-minute process preparing for the next cast. It is like preparing a parachute that isn't folded, but at the very bottom, the net is pleated in three-inch segments.
Yep. That's the way you properly do it. 
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