Whether because of my past, or in spite of it, I love to travel.
Fleeing the violent Khmer Rouge regime when I was an infant, my parents sought refuge first in a Buddhist monastery, and later in a refugee camp in Thailand. In 1979, when I was six years old, my family arrived in Canada as landed immigrants.
Canada is my home. Photography is my passion. Picking up a camera for the first time allowed me to a see a beauty in the world I didn’t know existed. And traveling opened up a world that I thought I knew.
My itchy feet have carried me and my camera from Iceland to Jordan, from Lebanon to Lima, and from Cuba back to Cambodia.
A mountain, a sky, a glint in the eye.
It’s the small things that are the big things.
Theak Chhuom, Ottawa, Canada
