It was my birthday and I was having a walk in the woods. I stumbled upon this charming little church, almost a chapel. Its red walls, the door slightly open and yet kept closed by a chain. All around was a symphony of yellow leaves that made a carpet to the threshold. Weak rays of light gave something magic to the scene. I stayed there, captured by the silent and golden atmosphere. Was the church still open and used sometimes? Was it just a sort of wreck? I don’t know. But it was a pleasant gift for my birthday.