West Virginia 2010 - Andy Warhol, Lunatic Asylums And Appalachian
Weddings
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I have a girlfriend from Appalachia. Yes, that's right. She
used to live in West Virginia. And almost every year, we travel back
to see her family. I like them. Good people. We usually start off with a road trip with her friend, journalist Mary Wade, typically somewhere in West Virginia or neighboring states, just about everywhere except the world's largest teapot in Chester, WV. This year, we drove to Pittsburgh to see the Andy Warhol Museum. But this year would also be a little different. We'd visit a mysterious and haunted lunatic asylum in Weston, WV. This trip was also featured my debut as a wedding photographer, photographing Lisa's cousin Carrie wedding David at an hundred year old wooden church in downtown Charleston. I had never been a wedding photographer before, and had just purchased my new camera, a Nikon D90, two months ago, and my first flash, a Nikon SB-600 speedlight, two weeks prior to going on the trip (in fact, the flash was purchased largely for the wedding). I took a crash course on wedding photography, reading up on it on the internet, figuring out what my flash did and how to use it, what the logistics were of capturing memories of a wedding, organizing people, everything. I was a bundle of nerves, thinking that people would be viewing these photographs for the next hundred years. |
![]() 31 July 2010: Skateboards at the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh. Photography was not allowed in the exhibit areas, so you get photos of skateboards. |
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![]() But some are false. He did not, for instance, chop down the cherry tree. And he did not have wood teeth. He did have false teeth. Just not ones made of wood. Here's a photo of them right here. These are on display at the Heinz History Center in Pittsburgh, PA. |
![]() After walking around The Strip and shopping for munchies, we drove back down to West Virginia, eventually getting some delicious Italian food at Muriale's in Fairmont. |
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![]() But how could we gain admission to the lunatic asylum? We could be admitted for...imaginary female trouble. Or superstition. Or masturbation for 30 years. Or perhaps doubt about mother's ancestors. Or even bad whiskey. But no, we chose, instead, to purchase tickets, daring to walk the enormous halls shared by ghosts. |
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