I’m still coming to terms with what it means to shoot pictures of people. The interaction between the photographer and those being photographed always seems uncomfortable to me. I realize this is something I should come to terms with. I work on it. My default action is to try to blend into the woodwork . . . or gym floor, in the case of this photo. Lying on the edge of the gym as the contra dance picks and clomps and claps and laughs above me I succumb to my shyness. As I look at the feet swirling in front of me, I realize I can still see the unique personality of each person in the frame.