Reflecting on Barre
Barre is our local city. A dot on the map to most people but for us it is the city. We wind down out of mountains to the flat valley plain which is built up with Barre granite. In fact, the mountains around here are shorter than they once were because Barre is a quarry town, a source granite for construction for the two centuries. Thus a lot of the buildings have granite foundations or even all the way up to the roof.
I looked out the window and realized I saw the many reflections of Barre. The photo above was taken through the glass – a transmission, looking at Barre and at the reflection in the mirror of the reflection off the window of Barre. Ray tracing au-natural.
Note that in Maine it is pronounced “Bar” and in Vermont it is pronounced “Berry” as in strawberry. Not to be confused.
Outdoors: 50°F/35°F Sunny
Tiny Cottage: 65°F/65°F
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