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

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

Ursula with a chain

Ursula in fishnets with strobist lighting and color infrared film

Ursula nude, with a chain.