Flatlanders in the the North. Montpeliarchitecture.

The Flatlanders have been in the Northland.


Cold, partly cloudy, blueblue sky. Trees and mountains. At home, when we see the landscape, we usually see ten to a hundred acres at a time, but up here, views come in thousands and tens of thousands of acres. A view of mountains holds multiple square miles.

We’ve had some time in Montpelier, Vermont.


When we first drove in, something looked funny about the State Capitol dome. When we left, it became more obvious what was “funny”.
The spire is wrapped, to shelter repair work from weather.

New England architecture fascinates many people.

In it we get glimpses of where we come from and where we’ve been.

Take a moment and study this old twelve-over-twelve window, set into ancient brick.


Each light of glass is different, each sets slightly differently amongst muntin and mullion, each light contains an artistic composition.

What would the patient builders of that old brick have thought of the ornate piles heaped up by the late nineteenth century?


Restored Victorian exuberance in downtown Montpelier, Vermont.

Time and weather are relentless.

The once-new becomes antique.

Structures and cities, if not maintained, deteriorate, fall apart, and even fall down.


Downtown Montpelier.
Traffic cones say: “Digging!”.
You see a lot of maintenance in Montpelier.
The parts of the word main-tenance say: “hand-holding”.

A Winooski River bridge balustrade shows its age.


This image plays figure-and-ground between the near balusters and the farther stone retaining wall.

We see stress where the balustrade ends.


The most recent Winooski River floods shifted an underlying retaining wall, leaving these ominous souvenir cracks.

Down by the river, an old warehouse receives graffitists’ attention.


Graffiti, erose oxide reds and a green light.

In a land where winter is a lengthy, snowy season, second-story access stairs are often roofed over.


With a precaution like this, you will slip and fall much less.
Another plus: the yearly shoveling labor saved is considerable.

In an “urban” backyard, salvaged wood and creativity combine.


We couldn’t figure out what the old bathtub was for.

There was something particularly appealing about this second story porch.


In our next post, we’ll take a very brief look at the reason for our visit north.

We’ll also get abstract in the kitchen.


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