Ira Greene fell in love with this odd dress I picked up at a "boutique" thrift store. I told her it was hers if she wore it to CVS with nothing under. The rest is history. We also decided to take more images at a nearby nature spot, but those will come soon. My stepsister, who is blonde, once had a long, lush head of hair like Ira's. But while on a family road trip, it got tangled in a fan that was installed in the back of our Bronco. Cutting it out was the only solution. Since then, I realized that hair like this is beautiful yet dangerous, and perhaps, those qualities are profoundly connected.