Astonishing but true — I went to a North Carolina barn dance, in a real working cattle barn.  Four generations of the Terry clan have an annual barn dance which is packed to the rafters.  I have never had an experience like it and will remember it forever.  So many people having so much fun — laughing and stomping and spinning and hooting and hollering and raising the roof.

This gentleman is Randy, the patriarch, who not only runs the farm, he calls the square dances. He is a true original — craggy and crusty but warm, strong and fun-loving too.  The good will in that barn was palpable; everyone was truly thrilled to be there enjoying the music, the dancing, each other’s company, and a little moonshine from a truck in the parking lot by the cow pasture.

Incidentally, there was almost no light in the barn, so taking pictures was a real challenge.  Since there are shadows on the floor in this shot, you can tell I wasn’t using a flash.

Again, this is iPhoneography folks.  Just me and my iPhone, no big DSLR here.  As Chase Jarvis says, the best camera is the one you have with you.