Wings Over Warrenton
July 2025
It was a hazy summer morning in rural Northern Virginia with smoke from the July 4 fireworks still hanging in the sky. The early sun cast long shadows across the patchwork of fields below as we banked gently over farms, lakes, and silent highways. My wife was pilot-in-command at 3,000 feet in the perfectly calm air.
She soloed in a Cessna before she could drive a car, and has now returned to her longtime hobby. She recently completed the AOPA Rusty Pilot course, a program that helps lapsed pilots get back in the air.
Following the classwork, her muscle memory returned after just a few instructed flights. This was the first time she had flown me in years, yet her quiet confidence in the cockpit felt familiar.
This year has been punctuated by the joy of rekindling old passions: aviation for her, and photography for me. These pictures are proof of both.
Recipe: Reggie’s Portra
