Josh and I went back through our archives this week to pick out an image that portrayed motion. I have learned a lot from the older people I encounter. They have taught me about life, love, loss, and earlier this year they taught me how to move on the dance floor. The night began slow, giving newcomers a chance to learn the different steps. The shots were fairly standard—smiling faces, wide shots, tight shots, but nothing truly said dance. I had my eye on one lady throughout the night. She was a beginner and she could not stop smiling. My chance to try something different came as the tempo sped up. I took the opportunity to play with a couple pan shots as the lady and others switched places in the square. That night, I’m proud to say, I learned a thing or two about how to square dance.