The winding road that leads to Sally Mann's home in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains is dotted with lush green fields, where horses graze and gallop when visitors turn a corner.

There's a mythical feel to this place, her own "local," which she's called Three Graces. They of Greek mythology, muses to artists since time eternal who also lend their name to a print that the American photographer has yet to show in the United States.

"A guaranteed gut-flutterer but illegal as hell" — if it were deemed child pornography — is how Mann writes about the 1995 photo in her second memoir, Art Work , out this month. It's a follow-up to her first, Hold Still .

Emulating traditional representations of the goddesses, Mann and her youngest daughter, Virginia, face forward while the elde

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