September 11, 2010

• There’s Honestly Not A Single Day I Haven’t Thought About It

  I’m reposting this today because it’s simply still true.  I’m thinking of you today David, and all of my other friends so profoundly affected by what happened nine years ago today.  And for those of you reading this around the world, who think America can be summed up by one religious nutjob who wants to burn a Quran; please don’t:

  
  

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  I have so many fond memories of New York City. One of my favorites though, was in 1997 when my boss took me sailing on his yacht around the entire island of Manhattan.  It was one of those picture perfect New York days. As we sailed under the Brooklyn Bridge and around the Statue of Liberty, I took these shots with my old Canon SLR.  If the world would have stopped then, it would have been just perfect.

  

  

  My next most memorable trip to NYC was September 11, 2002.  I went with Cindy, Kimberly and Ken (who’s first trip it was to NYC).  I spent the morning alone, in Times Square and in Battery Park taking pictures.  It was a bittersweet anniversary.  On one hand the city was still grieving immensely.  On the other, they had reached the one year mark and survived.  Everyone was on edge though.  Diane, Hugo and I were having lunch at the outdoor cafe at St. Bart’s.  It was an extremely windy day.  At one point, the wind picked up a huge pile of pamphlets from an open window of a fairly tall building.  A few people in the crowded cafe started screaming and that’s all it took.  People began running and leaping under tables.  It only lasted seconds, but it still gives me goose bumps to think about.  Imagine….paper flying through the air.  Later that afternoon Cindy and I tried to keep it light by attending a matinee of Hairspray.  After the show, Harvey Fierstein and the rest of the cast related their stories about that day.  There were many notables in the audience (Larry King and his wife were directly in front of us), and suddenly this huge Broadway theater filled with strangers, some famous, some not, became an intimate storytelling venue.  It connected us all.  The images from that day were moving.

   

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