View of the Twin Tower spotlight memorial from my neighborhood.
I was walking home tonight when I saw the lights juxtaposed very nicely with the Big Dipper. I quickly went home, grabbed my gear, and came back out to take the shot. I snapped the photos, packed my gear and looked up, noticing that the lights were now gone. Talk about impeccable timing.
The 9/11 Memorial Site.
I visited here with Connie and Jess on Thursday, and I almost didn’t know how to feel. Everybody around, us included, were acting normal for the most part–people were talking, laughing, on their phones, photographing, just as if it were any other tourist site. Then there’s the unspoken part to it: the fact that 10 years ago, close to 3000 people lost their lives at the site where we stood.
I spent a lot of time around the World Trade Center as a kid, since my dad worked in the North Tower. Walking there on Thursday, however, I didn’t recognize anything. Nothing’s the same, and there’s no sense of familiarity being in the area. It was uncomfortable passing through security checkpoint after checkpoint, and navigating the maze-like obstructed streets seemed to take an eternity. It was only when we finally reached the fountains and took a moment to reflect that I felt at ease; a moment of peace and quiet as I thought about how different things were just over a decade ago.
It was quite the place to be. I’ll need to take another trip there when the museum opens.