While i am a neuro-hacker for most of my life, Karen, my partner, and i run a wedding photography studio as well, Karenscape. However, though my pictures are (ahem) righteous, it’s really the dancing i live for. Karen likes to goad me into shakin’ my money-maker after every cake cutting as that’s when i usually end up being molested by a lascivious octogenarian or grinded, choo-choo style, by tipsy bridesmaids. Here’s a little triptych she put together to celebrate one of this summer’s favorites.