Jumpers…
Lives
Documented with paper…paper trails
shred
shredded
Anonymous messages suggesting human gifts of wishes…
shared…
pointing to all our lives…
paused
…a moment…
As a serious amateur photographer I photographed the WTC from its construction and thereafter. I always thought it was aptly named as the center of the world.
On Sept 11 2001 when I watched the towers fall and for days afterwards I was haunted by the falling towers images that I watched on TV. For days after I could not sleep well. I cried each day.
I was inspired by the 9/11 Survivor Tree which showed me hope and resilience. The strong and deep roots of the tree embraced the ruins of 9/11 and held it together, bringing a new life, a new tomorrow.
Dreams? No, nightmares, is more like it. Terrifying dreams that would keep me awake staring at the ceiling in the darkness of my room, afraid of moving or turning over on my side, in fear that someone or something may attack me from behind.
As the events of September 11, 2001 occurred, my family and I watched in disbelief and horror. Every anniversary, we make time to watch, listen, and pray in remembrance.