The day began like any other. I woke up really late that day, it was 12:15pm. I had a late night the day before and I just started my new job where I had to wake up at 6:15am all week. That's no fun, so I just wanted to catch up on my sleep on that Saturday. So I woke up, had some breakfast, and went for a run later that afternoon. It was a hot one that day, the high expected to be around 90 degrees on the Fahrenheit scale. A bit toasty, wouldn't you say? That evening my friends and I had planned on going to Grosse Ile, Michigan for a fireworks show at a yacht club. Sounded like a good time, so I packed the camera, knowing there would be some great picture opportunities. And there were, click here for more of them.
          Anyhow, the fireworks were going great, until the grand finale. Boom, boom, bang! Thing were crazy! And then it happened, one of the fireworks went out of control, right into the nuclear power plant that was right next door. It sparked the biggest fire that I had ever seen in my life, and I started to run. I found out that running would not help at all, the fire had cause a nuclear meltdown, we were all going to be mutated sooner or later. Since I figured anything I did after that would not much matter, I got a good seat and started taking pictures of people. The picture above is of Anna T., one of the victims. They say her color will never return to normal, however, that third arm that she grew will be removed.