The addicting art form of capturing the ever-allusive perfect leap photo.

Admit it. You've done it.  We all have.  Universal guilty pleasure of Irish dancers: capturing your leap on camera in front of the Cliffs of Moher. or the Grand Canyon. or the beach in Sacramento. or the cluttered interior of your friend's garage.
What use is being capable of a perfect leap, if you can't have hard evidence? Plus, everyone wants to be that person with the sweet leaping profile picture that collects 10 comments a day (with the added bonus of psyching out your competition if they happen to be stalking *ahem* looking at your profile pictures...).

The truly sad thing is all the wasted memory on peoples' cameras and computers.  I mean, seriously, think of how many shots it takes to actually get the leap photo (if you ever do at all), and then multiply that times every Irish dancer ever.  That's a lot of half leap photos.