This morning as I was getting ready for work, Scott and I were watching a program on The History Channel called "The Day the Towers Fell," and it focuses on photographers who were at the World Trade Center on 9/11. So, many of the frames are their own photos. But one thing from the program struck me. One of the photographers running from the falling debris took refuge in a nearby church. This church.
That I walk past every day. It's right across the street from Ground Zero. It's just amazing to see the buildings and landmarks in their photos that I pass without a thought on my way to work every day. But today was different. Today I gave it a thought.
But the most eerie thing about today was the silence. As I came out of the train station at the World Trade Center: silence. As I walked up the path to the street: silence. As I made my way through hundreds of people on the streets of New York: silence. Usually there's the roar of the buses, the honking horns of taxis, construction noise, vendors yelling and people chattering. Today, nothing. The street in front of the WTC site was closed to traffic today, lending to the quietness. But even the people were solemnly quiet. They seemed to whisper. Many snapped photos. Many just stared. What do you do? What can you do?
I promised more photos, and here they are.
The same flag I took a picture of yesterday
"To transform days of tragedy into days of happiness, days of anguish into days of peace. Never Forgotten 9/11"
Another flag, in front of the church
World Trade Center site at night (the flag is hanging from a crane)
Tribute in Lights (it took me 70 photos to get two decent ones)
This one from Wall Street and Broadway
This one from Jersey City
I can't say that in the last few years, I've been too affected by the anniversary of 9/11. But you cannot ignore it when you live here. I will always remember September 11, 2001. And I will always remember September 11, 2008. This year, it's personal.
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