Looking out at the fresh snow before starting the day.
We walked through downtown Boston in a big snowstorm. It felt like we had the city to ourselves.
The job starts in the storm, not after.
Street performers in downtown Chicago.
Downtown Chicago traffic in the last light of the day.
During Easter break, the boys were off from school, so we organized a "chess camp" at our house. I invited my chess coach to join us for three days, and we played a lot of chess. Some days more than eight hours. We all loved it, and I'm hoping it becomes a father-son activity for years to come.
Debbie gave Nico a Father's Day gift at a summer barbecue. One of those small happy moments I'm glad I photographed.
Second time using the pizza oven, and at 500°C, it's equal parts fun and chaos. Four pizzas later, we're slowly getting the hang of it.
Foo Fighters in Liverpool, UK. Loud and unforgettable.
Trying to bottle the moment.
Dave Grohl on guitar, thousands of voices singing along.
America turned 250, and we watched the Fourth of July fireworks from the beach in Bar Harbor, a fun town on the coast of Maine. The beach was packed, boats were anchored across the harbor, and whenever the fireworks flashed, the whole beach appeared for a second, full of people.
Lobster steamed over a wood fire at Abel's, on the shore of Somes Sound near Bar Harbor.
Camping in Acadia, on the coast of Maine, the sun was starting to set just as Belgium played the USA in the 2026 World Cup. So we fired up Starlink and watched from the van. All day, friends kept texting to ask who I was rooting for. Belgium, of course. After the final whistle, the congratulations started coming in.