To keep your eye for shape and position in the face of such horror is commendable. These photographs are stunning – both the for the scope of the disaster they depict and for the grace they suggest. Thank you.
How are you each year on the anniversary of 9/11? You were in the midst of the horror along w/ the first responders and I wonder if you struggle with the memories or have you seen so much sorrow over the years that you’ve learned to deal w/ it? I was a Red Cross volunteer stationed at the remains of the South Tower and, for about a month each year, the memories are tough.
Its indeed sad that the this had happened, may their souls rest in peace……
This reminds me of a few words that I once read, and they are written by William Shakespeare
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. – Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.
what a sad sad day for world peace. My cousin brother was in the amex building next to wtc, he got out just in time. But one of my wifes relative was in the 80th floor of Tower 1, unfortunately we lost him.
These pictures are so intense. I remember the day well. I also remember this aftermath, having gone down to the site a week later because my then boyfriend’s childhood friends perished in the attack and he wanted to be there. Thanks for the photos. They are powerful and also show that New Yorkers are so resilient.
I love your blog, I remember your photo of the Afghan girl from when i was younger, (like every other so and so) that image really stayed with me. I used to lie on the kitchen floor reading National geo, I told my mum when i grew up I was going to be Bette Davis or an archeologist?