Last picture of my mother, couched in a bed of flowers. I took her by the hand and did help her to lie down.Once in the grass, she was happy. My mother died in april, from Alzheimer . I started to make pictures of her one year before. I think those moments when I was photographing her brought her joy by creating surprises in her days.In my pictures, she found a little strength and life from what she was before. I can not explain this miracle of photography that seems to hold some of the lost lucidity of my mother.