Family and friends gather to mourn Ngo Chan Khang, 5, who lost his life in an accidental drowning just hours before. He and His parents, fisherman, were in the boat working when they diverted their eyes for just seconds. Khang fell in, but by the time they jumped in after him, it was too late. This has been a common problem among fishing families with young children, and the government had recently give many families, including the Ngo family, money to build a house on land in the hopes of avoiding more accidents like this. Phu Mau Village, Hue, Vietnam. March 3, 2015

“I Am Now” is the beginnings of a long term personal project looking at the modern day effects of dioxin, more commonly known as Agent Orange, in Vietnam. Most associate this chemical with the warfare that happened here four decades ago, but far fewer are aware that the effects of one of the most toxic substances ever made by man, still continue today, and are estimated to continue for up to five more generations. It can take hold of the body in many different, yet now fairly predictable ways. Physical defects, mental defects, and at worse, both. Some of the luckier ones have dealt with the disability, are working toward fruitful lives. Others, with no such speck of hope, remain caged in their body and whatever thoughts might be in their mind. They did nothing to deserve this. Their parents did nothing to deserve this. No humans on Earth did anything to deserve this. How can corporations, governments and man unleash such substances on the world, and then wash their hands of it, offering not a single shred of responsibility? Countless stories and images of these plights have already been recorded, yet in order for us to never forget, I will continue to show that this is happening right now, and every instance of now into the foreseeable future.

Vo Thi Nham reflects and laments on her two sons who have been affected by Dioxin used during the war. While they are somewhat functional and mobile, they require full time assistance for almost everything. She worries what will happen when she grows too old and weak to move them around or is no longer with them. Their major hopes are placed in their daughter, her education and her future family for the boys care, but she also worries that no one else may be willing or able to provide love and care as only a mother can.

A group of girls take part in a procession to the river. As part of their Puja ceremony, these Rajasthani nomadic peoples spend ten days worshiping the goddess Dashama. At the end of the Puja, the followers march to the river where the goddess' likeness is given back to the river and elements.

A girl runs through Shewzigon Temple, Bagan, Myanmar

A man rides on the Yangon Circular Railway, an open air train that circumnavigates the captital city and it's rural suburbs.

Men and boys manually catch and wrangle loose swine into waiting truck in rural Myanmar.

Half Cast, is the beginnings of a project looking at those who exist between two worlds. Fathered by American soldiers during the Vietnam War, they have lived with appearances much different that those around them, and many have gone to great lengths to find their fathers in the US, and some even dream of taking their family to the US in hopes of a better life.

Resident patients at Ben San leprosy center, near Saigon, Vietnam, spend their days playing dominos, which they do with ease and skill, despite their loss of digits, a common syptom of the disease.

In the mental illness ward of Ben San Leprosy center, outside Saigon, Vietnam, more capable patients assist others with their daily tasks.

A portrait in found light.

For me, as most of us non-nationals living here in Saigon, the word funeral only evokes ideas of dreadful sounds emanating from a tent set up halfway in the street and haltering the flow of traffic. They can be bad enough to drive by, god forbid having one posted outside your own window. Three days of disturbances can seem like an eternal punishment at times. There is, of course more to the story than just making noise, as it can tend to seem sometimes.

Controlled chaos ensues as fishing boats arrive with a fresh catch and sellers vie for the best selections. Phan Thiet, Vietnam.

A young boy is found in a small piece of light outiside a tent where a Rajasthani Puja was taking place. They are nomads from the southern state, and travel to north to Manali every year in search of work.

Men prepare the coffin for Ngo Chan Khang, 5, who lost his life in an accidental drowning just hours prior. In following Buddhist Vietnamese tradition, the body is displayed and mourned in the home in the hours directly following the death, then put into the casket on the evening of the first day. It it then kept in the home and morned for two more days before being buried or cremated, following the third day of lamentations.Phu Mau Village, Hue, Vietnam. March 3, 2015

A woman and child peer out of a train waiting for departure at central station, Yangon, Myanmar, formerly known as Burma.

At An Lam Saigon River, a boutique hotel located just outside of the city, each guest is provided with a personal butler to attend to any needs they may have, providing an unparalleled level of service not found elsewhere in Ho Chi Minh City’s selection of accommodations.