I experienced the American presidential election as a profound blow, not just professionally—as a journalist and analyst—but to my idea of the present-day United States. Still reeling from that blow, my wife and I took a weekend-long "staycation" in Washington D.C., where we live.
During a walk near the National Mall, I saw a group of teenagers skating by the memorial to the Grand Army of the Republic (strangely appropriate). At the time, if you just looked a little closely at any adult walking through the city, you'd sense a kind of shell shock. But these kids—they were just hanging out. It was as if the election hadn't happened, or if it had, as if they weren't letting it kill their vibe. I was struck by how easy-going they seemed, so I walked over and asked if I could take their photo.
I didn't give them much in the way of instructions—they all just took their respective poses. I don't know what they're thinking, but the kid in the middle has an intensity in his eyes that, in its own way, lines up with what I was feeling at the time.