The road narrowed into gravel, then into something barely deserving the name. A rutted two-track threaded through protruding boulders and thickening forest. Eventually, the trees opened just enough for us to see a scattering of makeshift outbuildings where he lives.

Once a highly regarded monk he was pulled from the monastery into the army. Special operations. Something happened. He retreated and for thirty years he’s been a hermit. This volume takes a photographic look inside.