Whimsicals by Margot

And I even got some awesome evening backlight!



Running to daddy.


I absolutely adore the old-fashioned look of this one.

And just like any little girl 18 months old, she let me know when she was over it!

The 50% divorce rate in America is a depressing statistic, and it can almost make a person stop believing in marriage. But, I think the primary reason relationships fail is few couples are as blissfully in love as Britni and David. They are mad about each other, and it's contagious. Despite the obscene temperatures early in the morning and under shade trees, I managed to capture just how twitterpated this couple is. They got engaged the day I relocated to West Virginia, and I could hardly wait to get back to Indiana to photograph this adorable couple. Congratulations, you two!

The wind project is complete! Homeward bound. The best time to photograph the turbines is just as the sun is coming up. Unfortunately, the fog was so thick at the magic hour, I could not even see them on the mountain ridge. I managed to get a couple that do not even compare with the beauty of the images my hubby took while standing on the top of the tower at sunrise. From his altitude, the fog is below, and the turbines appear to be floating. Despite my pleading, no one will allow me to climb a tower to get pictures. These will have to do, because I am heading HOME!

Once I calmed myself down from the hours of being lost and the grumpy stranger yelling at me, I walked through downtown and the capital grounds. I discovered an ice cream parlor, Ellen's Homemade Ice Cream, where the girl informed me everything was good, but I could have Heath 50% off. Delicious! There was a great bookstore, brightly painted outside and full of art displays inside. And, finally, it just seemed right to wander the war memorial on Memorial day weekend.

On my final day in West Virginia, I decided to head to the capital a couple hours away from where we have been living. Driving in the summer is one of my favorite pleasures. I love to cruise with the window down, blaring Weezer, drumming on the wheel, with hair whipping my face. It's awesome. On the other hand, I hate getting lost. And on this trip, not only did I get lost, but a wicked old man yelled at me in a parking garage to the point of tears for no reason other than I did not know where I was going and he felt like it. The day sucked. Until I discovered Capitol Market. There were awesome shops selling things ranging from watermelon to chocolate. Outside, there was a flower and vegetable market. It smelled like heaven. I actually wish I could transplant the Charleston market in Indiana so I can go to it every week.