Two Buddhist monks riding a boat in Vensai, Ratanakiri. I’d never seen this before; I didn’t know that monks were allow to drive anything. But then, I guess a boat doesn’t require much actual work to pilot. Who knew! I’d imagine that boat has loads of good karma…. Please feel free to share my images—they […]
It’s been over a week since I posted last (so much for being a daily photoblog). So our DSL internet kept having problems; it would load all websites except WordPress, Twitter, Soundcloud, and a few others. There was some problem with the DNS servers, for you brainy people who know about such things. I finally […]
She had gauges before gauges were cool…. It’s funny how gauges are cool in the States in certain subcultures. Here among the Tampuan, Kreung and Jarai hilltribes, they’re popular among the senior citizen crowd. No indigenous teenager in their right mind would get gauges; that’s would be the American equivalent of wearing pleated, cuffed blue […]
This little Cambodian girl eyed my wife and me impassively from her rickshaw—calm, serene, almost smiling…. we smiled, but she seemed shy. Please feel free to share my images—they are meant to be seen! Use them for your non-profit, on your blog, for fun and the like, but please link to www.ethancrowley.com and give credit […]
I shot these photo just a couple minutes apart, I thought it was pretty funny. Cambodians can do almost anything on the back of a scooter, including nap; You often see moto-taxi drivers napping on their bikes while they wait for a customer. I’m continually adding photos to this “Life on Two Wheels” photo series. […]
In Cambodia, waiting for a light to turn green is a social gathering. People jocky for position, inching forward to occupy every possible centimeter of the coveted real estate towards the front of the pack. The scooters weave their way forward, snaking between the less maneuverable cars and tuk-tuks. Those making a right turn just […]
Taken in Ratanakiri, Cambodia. Winding red-dirt road between the frontier town of Banlung, and the tiny, sleepy settlement of Taveng. This road is so dusty. After an hour on my little motorcycle, my face was red and my shirt had turned magenta. The worst is if you come up on a truck going just a […]
Last week I was working out in Taveng, a little village on a pretty big river tributary to the Mekong. This handmade suspension bridge hangs over a creek, connecting the two parts of the village. This kid was riding on the back of his friend’s bike, and hopped off for an impromptu pose for my […]
