Ralph Miller doesn’t complain about the back aches or the mice chewing up crops or the lack of hands around the farm.
The 77-year-old retired minister knows what he singed up for and he wears it all with a smile.
We are always building on the past, yet unified in our signaler endeavor of eking out a living. Generations come and go, but this simple fact never changes.
For seven generations, the Miller’s have cultivated a small patch of land in Rockport, Maine, raising everything from cattle to berries to children and pumpkins.
October is harvest time for Ralph.
I met him during a VII Master Documentary workshop with Ron Haviv this past fall. This is Ralph Miller’s story and his hope of preserving a family tradition by passing it down to his grandson.
