I met this woman one evening. She was generously giving out the flesh of a huge chicken to a table of young starving men. They were devoting an absolute attention to her, full of tenderness. A that moment, she looked like she was the mother of them all. Fascinated by the nature of this woman, similar to an apparition, i started to take pictures of her. In France. Then in Romania, her home. In these woods where reason is raving easily. There, sometimes, a fabulous harmony was taking place between the body of that woman and nature. I was then again the privileged spectator of this wonderful grace which was none other than the spirit of nature in person.