When he opened the door, she was standing there, her hair caught in the light of a late summer's evening.

The sun caught her hair and turned it to living flame.

She caught my hair with her left hand and yanked at it.

In response, the shadow moved forward and let the light catch his long, gray hair.

He leaped, reached out his hand, and caught her rich black hair.

The sunlight caught her dark red hair so that it seemed to glow.

Her hands suddenly caught my hair on either side of my head.

Then she raised her head and looked at him, hair caught in her mouth.

The morning light, catching her hair, turned it from plain brown to rich gold.

The wind caught Catherine's brown hair and tossed it every which way.