Of things beautiful, ugly, and just plain ironic.
Sept. 11th is a day that makes makes most Americans wish they could sleep in and awaken a day later. I’d say that’s doubly worse for NYers but, you know what, life never takes a break and the only thing any of us can do is continue on with our days to the best of our abilities. That doesn’t mean, however, that we’re not all carrying a hidden weight that day, some more heavier than others. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that it’s been 7 years already; when did that happen?! And yet the pain of that day hasn’t dulled by much, if at all, and I think it’s safe to say that it never will. So, while it was indeed a solemn day, it was the first time I’ve been able to physically and emotionally photograph the city on that day which is exactly what I did. After all, the main reason I love photography to begin with is because it allows me to capture moments in time that will never happen the same way again.
Where I worked on that day 7 years ago seemed a pretty fair place to start and I simply moved from there, trying my best to get a few shots I felt reflected the way I was feeling right then. Lights are lights right? Big whoop. But whether it be that there’s actually something special about these lights or the fact that I was understandably sensitive that day, I found the Tribute lights beautiful to the point of tears.
As seen from Union Sq.
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