it’s officially the 10th anniversary of 9/11. i think whether you give a shit about our country or not, that day affected all of us, in some shape or form.
i was, ironically enough, in american history when the towers were hit. how strange to be in an american history class as american history is happening. my brother, who lives in nyc, spent his afternoon being evacuated from the island, and had to walk across the brooklyn bridge. i remember getting a note from the office at my high school from my mother saying that my brother was okay and fine… that’s my “where were you when…” story, i suppose.
regardless, a lot of people lost their lives, and a lot of people lost people they loved… this is a photo i took in 2002 of ground zero. it’s nothing special, but i think it’s appropriate and necessary that we continue to love, miss and remember anyone who we have lost, whatever the circumstance may be.