we lived on this road and knew about Nettie, the girl who lived on a berry farm on the mountainside above. she was born and raised to be her parents’ keeper in their aging, as some parents did in the late 1800s. your last child was to be yours, not living for his or herself. she did the unexpected and got married. she became a photographer.
nettie wears her clothing, designed and made by nettie.
this is the road i walked many years every day. i tell of these walks in the MAINE METAPHOR books. R. has taken his own photos of this ledge with ice.