unleashed Ursula

I confess — today I was not entirely fair to Ursula. She will forgive me, I hope, because what I did, I did in the name of something beautiful. I had been chasing dynamism, that elusive quality that separates a great photograph from an extraordinary one, and so I made a decision. I anchored the bait in a position that was deliberately, unapologetically awkward — just uncomfortable enough to throw her off balance, to coax her wings open, to force her into that magnificent, instinctive struggle between gravity and grace. And she rose to it magnificently. Again and again she spread those great wings, fighting for her footing on the perch, utterly unaware of how breathtaking she looked in the process. She gave me everything. She always does. Even when I don't quite deserve it. Ursula, if you're reading this — I'm sorry. But not entirely.