Twin Towers circa 1990s
Photo @GaryHershorn 9/10/14
Link to featured image at top of post, from NPR
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Beautiful lights create a magical tribute, thanks Steve!
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There really don’t need to be many words. It’s just a very heavy day and will be for the rest of our lives. I have yet to visit the memorial site, but hope to one day. Beautiful images.
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It’s still surreal and sad.
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A picture with thousands of stories.
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There are no words to add to these images.
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Every trip we make to New York, I still miss them. They were brand new when I moved to The City in 1972. We visited in December, 2001 and went down to see the rubble pile that was remaining. It was like a bizarre wake– still frighteningly awesome three months later. Thank you for a moving tribute.
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I was living in Boston on 9/11, and three months later moved to San Francisco. I’ve only returned to NYC a handful of times in these last 13 years… and I haven’t gone down to the Trade Center. To “Ground Zero”. I know why it’s called that – but I hate that name. I’m glad there is a new WTC building, and glad that they kept that name for it. (“Freedom Tower” is just jingoistic nonsense, and I’m glad that’s been rejected.) But there’s still such a disconnect for me between the two images in this post. I prefer NYC, and the world, the way it was when the original towers still stood. The next time I visit the city, I’ll make the pilgrimage downtown, finally. Maybe that will make me feel more at ease with what’s there now. But I’ll always miss what’s missing.
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Thank you. My best friend Martha came up from the subway under a tower just as it was hit that day. It always stops my heart how close I came to losing her and so many other friends. I still find it hard to put my own feelings into words, this image was just exactly it. Thanks Steve.
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