Nothing Matters When You're Dancing

Here, we're dancing for the photographer. I think it's a really cool picture, but it's totally inexplicable. Why are we dancing in front of a picturesquely decaying barn? Because it looks nice, dammit. That is why we're dancing.

The barn used to house cows; the farm where we got married is a former dairy farm, and it's now used to grow alfalfa and soy and stuff (organically, natch). The barn is so cool looking, I could just stand there for hours and watch it crumble at its glacial pace. Sometimes I do, actually.