“I feel this way about it. World trade means world peace and consequently the World Trade Center buildings in New York … had a bigger purpose than just to provide room for tenants. The World Trade Center is a living symbol of man’s dedication to world peace … beyond the compelling need to make this a monument to world peace, the World Trade Center should, because of its importance, become a representation of man’s belief in humanity, his need for individual dignity, his beliefs in the cooperation of men, and through cooperation, his ability to find greatness.”
~ Minoru Yamasaki

September 11 touched more people than most people realize. Even me, sitting twelve timezones away from New York City, literally halfway around the world was affected in some way. First of all, I’ve been to New York City twice and one year ago, I stood on the top of one of the towers, admiring the view that is now gone. My brother studied in New York State, two of my classmates from college worked in the big apple. And on that fateful day, I have three cousins working in New York City. Beyond the tragedy lies the immense courage, outpouring of resolve, and the strength of character to carry the day, without which I think this would have been a real tragedy indeed. Some say this was New York’s darkest moment, but it’s also New York’s finest I think.

“Tragedy” by Maggie Magee Molino © 2001-2002 (WebAperture Member)

Amid the smoking rubble a cloaked figure wandered slowly through the gray powdery mist as though He were floating.
Beams of light followed Him and created a veil of sorrow. (Can you see Him?)

Silent tears streaked the dust filled faces of those who survived, and in the distance,
the sounds of bagpipes filled the thick and acrid air with a shrill mournful tune. (Can you hear it?)

Husbands, fathers, wives, mothers, sons, and daughters, friends and colleagues, those who just a few short hours before had kissed their loved ones good-bye saying, “I’ll be home” or “See you later” were burned and buried under tons of twisted steel. (Can you see them?)

As sun began to set, the billowing smoke glowed with an eerie light, and a stillness fell over the land –
There were so few survivors. (Will you weep for them?)

The cloaked figure lifted His arms to the sky and sobbed in a voice so heartbroken that the sound still echoes through the entire universe. (Can you hear Him?)
~~His name is GOD

Shot completely on Kodak Supra 400 and Kodak EliteChrome 200. Scanned on a Nikon Coolscan LS-30.