Kompong Khleang floats between sky and water.
The houses, perched on stilts as tall as towers, seem to balance between two seasons: one of abundance, and one of waiting. When the water retreats, only red earth remains, and fishing nets hang like promises.
The houses, perched on stilts as tall as towers, seem to balance between two seasons: one of abundance, and one of waiting. When the water retreats, only red earth remains, and fishing nets hang like promises.
