Hair has been did. Multimedia

Here's a multimedia piece on my visit to the salon.

I hope you enjoy!

I've seen alot of things.

Tuesday I went to my first car wreck since my cousin John died. For my faithful readers, I'll spare the details but about a month ago one of my cousin's died suddenly in a motorcycle accident.

I found myself driving to the scene of the accident, which stretched for over a mile from the beginning to the end, and the thought of John plagued me. I looked to the reporter who was sitting next to me and said to her, "I'm not sure I can handle a fatal today." Luckily, everyone made it alive but not uninjured. Five people in all went to the hospital.

The moral of the story I guess is that I'm realizing that as I go through this life, I pick up little tid-bits that effect me and the way I approach different assignments and even regular encounters in my personal life. I covered this wreck as sensitively as I ever have anything else. I understand the pain these people, their families and the passers-by could have been feeling. It's crushing to me.

Treehouses

We're doing a series on treehouses. I know there isn't a shot of the actual treehouse in here but I got it, and it's running. Here are two others that I liked too.

Where'd you get yer hair did?

I went to Milan. No, not Italy, a small salon in the financially challenged area of town, the part where I live. This salon specializes in working with hair other than white people's. Don't get me wrong, they still work with white hair but this is definitely a multicultural experience. Everyone in this place was tremendous. They were charming and most importantly, forgot I was in the room at all for the majority of the time I was with them. This doesn't happen all that frequently in my area. Everyone assumes I'm a party photographer and jumps up and down asking me to take their picture. There is an innate exchange of power between someone and me when they want me to take their picture.

Here's a few pictures from today.