Hair Envy 

The man with the beautiful locks worked with my brother. I’d had a brief hallway introduction and when he passed me, I spotted his braids. His elegant rows of gleaming black hair, thick and braided, beckoned. I politely asked a man who was essentially a stranger to hang on a minute, to please wait. Could I possibly photograph him? If I had to guess, he felt proud to be asked and to receive some printed copies of his fabulous hair.   

San Francisco, CA