We were ten years old when it happened. Brandon was at his babysitters house, Alex was at home and her brother called the family into the room, and I was at outdoor school. Ten years later and we've spent half of our lives in the shadow of 9-11 and can hardly remember a world without it.
Here is our day in pictures:
A ceremony in Coney Island park.
Police officers and fire fighters celebrating the day together.
"What's his name?"
"Uhm... Liberty?"
His name tag I found said "Eddie".
The closest we could get to the ceremony. The police had it surrounded four - six blocks around.We could hear the choir though.
Imagining the skyline ten years and one day ago.
The Freedom Tower rising up.
"Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in. Are you aware of the shape I'm in? My hands, they shake. My head, it spins. Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in." -The Avett Brothers, "I and Love and You"
The pictures leading up to September 11th:
The rebuilding continues.
Ribbons of hope. Give out, they say "Remember to love" and everyone is to write a message.
This chapel was the salvation of those on 9-11 and the weeks to follow for the recovery crew.
When the fire fighters would arrive at the chapel in the morning, they'd change from their street clothes. They'd put on their work boots and hand their street shoes hanging from the iron fence. The street shoes not claimed that night represented the fire fighters who perished that day.
Mine, Alex's and Brandon's ribbons.
A flag, a life.
Cops with guns were all over the city. By guns, I mean what you see here, not pistols.
Never forget the events that took place ten years ago. They have changed the world forever. The energy in New York today was incredible; tears and celebrations were everywhere and it felt as if at 12am, thirteen minutes ago, everyone had a sigh of relief. We made it.
We will never forget,
Mary
Nice pics! Moving...
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