when i was a kid, i remember my mom saying, everyone remembers where they were the day that JFK was shot. i remember being oblivious to the magnitude of that statement. i suppose, for my generation, that unforgettable moment was the day the world trade buildings fell in new york, the pentagon was hit and a plane went down in shanksville pennsylvania as the passengers attempted to take back their hijacked plane.
it was a long and heartbreaking day that millions of us will never forget.
one this 13th anniversary, i had the honor of being on art hill and photographing a touching memorial. we lost a lot of brave and valiant people on that date--people like you, people like me. it was the date the flag of our United States of America took on a whole new meaning for me.
this is what i saw on 9/11/14.
full set of photos....