My Father told me to tell you, that He loves you so…

Another bad priest leaves behind a tormented soul.

An interpretation of the Lord’s Prayer.

A double-voice poem on the horrors of war.

I’ve had my fill.

Continuous Prayer can bring you to peaceful state of mind.

What the “Our Father” would sound like had Jesus been raised in my household.

Giving praise to God.

In Autumn 1981, I took a lot of photos, all on film of one sort or another. I should have spent more time writing stories, I’d guess, but I couldn’t resist photographing the British capital. In the end, many of those photos were stolen from me, though I still have a representative sampling of the best among them.

Just took a break…