So, there I was, knee-deep in the bay, with water soaking into my camera gear. I returned to that point in time repeatedly over the next day or two. I could go back, without wanting to, and relive the experience, complete with the smell.

Ursula with her back turned to the camera and a water bottle.

Ursula in fishnets with strobist lighting and color infrared film

Ursula nude, with a chain.

Ursula with an armful of cameras, some of them hers, some of them mine..

Ursula with a chain